Jodi Arias Crime Scene Novels & Stories

The security footage from Jodi was playing on the screen. "Did you stage that little play in the alley yourself?

Aria hesitated for a second, then opened a small notepad beside her keyboard inside was a string of codes her friend from the Special Investigation Department (SID) once gave her during a campus project. “Please still work,” she whispered. She entered the credentials and held her breath. The screen flickered, lines of encrypted text rearranging until a folder opened. Dozens of hidden files spilled out videos, documents, photographs. She clicked one. The footage showed an old accident scene flashes of sirens, shattered glass, and blood on the road. A young woman being wheeled away. Her mother. Aria’s heart stopped. The timestamp read 24 years ago. But then, something else caught her eye. A ma

“Anything you say or do will be used against you in court. Do you understand?” Ariana’s voice trembled. “Y yes… but why? What did I do?” The second officer pulled out a folded paper from his pocket and read aloud. “Ariana Flores, you are under arrest in connection with the possible poisoning of Katherina Blackwood.” The color drained from Ariana’s face. “P…poisoning? No, wait! That’s not true! There’s a mistake!” She tried to pull back, but their grip on her arms only tightened. “Please, listen I only bought the pastries she asked for!”

The way they positioned themselves completely blocked every possible exit. Noticing this, Aria frowned sharply. “A murder case? Who’s the victim? When did it happen? And what evidence do you have that points to Kane?” Her barrage of questions left everyone in the room stunned. The lead officer hadn’t expected that before Kane even had time to react, a woman would jump in and start demanding answers. “And you are?” he asked, brows furrowed. “Aria.” She hesitated for half a beat, then pointed at Kane and declared firmly, “His fiancée.”

“Mr Howard, is that your wife in the video?” The question cut through the air. “Mr Howard, the world knows you as an honest man, one whose good reputation precedes him. Why would you do such a thing?” The cameras were on me now. Fully. Hungry. I said nothing. I opened the link. There she was. Aria. Perfectly dressed. Poised. Sitting in what looked like a tasteful living room. Soft lighting. No restraints. No visible fear. No coercion. It was beautifully staged.

Officer Tyson’s pupils dilated and he nodded his head, “you’re right, this is obviously the work of a serial killer. I’ll call the morgue and have her body picked up. Aria, I’m so sorry about your mother.” The female looked between us and said, “now wait a minute, we haven’t even seen the body.” Ethan walked over to her and looked into her eyes, “you agree with Officer Tyson, everything I said rings true in your head and you want to take care of this case as soon as possible. Poor Aria is merely a victim in this tragic attack.” Her pupils also dilated, and she quickly agreed, “you’re right.” “Do you mind if we leave officers? This scene is very upsetting for Aria, as you can imagine. However

“Is it true your brother tried to kill you?” “Miss Moore, were you the unidentified woman on scene?” “Are you Damon Reed’s secret girlfriend?” “Is this a cover-up?” Microphones and cameras were shoved in their faces. Aria inhaled once — steady, controlled — and stepped forward. Reporters instantly redirected to her. “Miss Moore! Can you confirm your relationship to Damon Reed at the time of the attack?” Aria’s voice remained calm, sharp, and precise. “I was present as a witness. As a victim. And as Damon Reed’s legal representative.”

Everything had happened so unexpectedly and I was confused. Aria surprised me once more. For an Omega-blooded female, she was calm and restrained while she examined the dead men. She immediately spotted the clues of how the prisoners died and presented them to us in full detail. She made it sound so easy, when it was really a difficult task. CSI Miami, my ass! I thought and smiled unexpectedly. If I were honest with myself, Aria’s presumptions alerted me. What if she was right? Who could have drugged the prisoners? Did anyone else know about the attack? But then again, what could he benefit from those men’s death?

I waited and stared at them in anticipation. “Patrick Banks?” One of the officers asked in a clipped tone as he stood in front of us. “And Valerie Will?” I held Valerie’s hand and we both nodded. The officer stepped forward. “Both of you are under arrest for the murder of Aria Jennings.” A gasp rippled through the room. Someone screamed. Glass shattered across the floor. My heart flew out of my chest. Aria Jennings. The same girl Valerie had hit on that drunk night. The secret we had sworn to take to our graves.

A closer look and she saw Jordan Sparks, with Austin Quavo among the girls she had thought to be prostitutes. All of them were naked, drunk and asleep. Hot tears rolled down Aria's face. She stood there crying profusely. "This is the reason he dumped me?" She scoffed. "I'll teach them a lesson." She opens her phone, recording all of them on video, with their faces showing fully. "Done!" She ends the video, turning to leave but a thought creeped into her mind. If she uploaded the video they could deny, they could easily say it was manipulated. She searched the entire living room, looking under the table she saw what she was looking for, Jasper's cell phone.