Jonathan Oddi Death Novels & Stories

"Jonathan Beller, insurance investigator." He showed his ID, his gaze sweeping past Mother's shoulder into the narrow, dim living room. "Please, come in." She stepped aside. I hovered above Jonathan's head. He smelled strongly of tobacco; the leather of his briefcase was worn. He wasn't new at this. Jonathan sat down on the sofa—the same spot where Mother had collapsed two days ago. He took out a voice recorder and placed it on the coffee table. "Mrs. Woodburn, your son's cause of death was listed as 'sudden cardiac death,' correct?"

Immediately, my eyes snapped in the direction of the TV. A photo was shown on the TV screen. It's the same police officer from the club. Beside his photo, a news flashed, 'Detective Brian O'Dean is found dead in his own apartment this morning.' Oh, No...

Ivan was concerned. “I agree.” Jared said. Later Jared looked at his friends and said something unusual. “Guys, I have this feeling that doesn’t want to go away and it is killing me deep inside. I can’t help but to think that Nolan is still alive. We bad guys doesn’t usually die that easily and besides how can someone be drinking and talking to you and then he just closes his eyes and dies. Something is not making sense somewhere.” “It is possible. In our medical field, I have seen patients who die and then come back to life. This kind of things can happen except that Nolan has already been buried. Jared, forget about that man, he is never coming back to bother you again” Dean advised

“That’s true. He can be serious at work, but sometimes he’s odd, or even a little crazy.” “You’re so lucky to be his secretary.” Kim said, envious. I shook my head. “You wouldn’t be if you were in my shoes. That oddball Zarsuelo acts more like a kid than Layzen. He gives me a headache every time.” “I heard his parents passed away when he was young. He told us once in an interview.” Linda said. “Really?” Kim asked, intrigued. I leaned forward. “Did he tell you why?” “No,” Linda admitted. “Some of his fans and supporters are curious about that. He was only eighteen when he lost them. It must have been hard.”

"Can you order breakfast for all of us? We might as well talk about the bad news here and I can't go out to eat because I'm supposed to be confined in the honeymoon suit." Rafael nodded. "Got it, Boss." He dials the phone beside him on top of a small table. "Spill the beans, Donte." He waited when I closed the laptop and gave him my full attention. "Jordan died in the hospital. There was a major concussion on his head which damaged his brain causing him to be declared brain dead. Doctors said that his heart is getting weaker too and may stop at any moment today." I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Damn! The old man just killed his son, how unbelievable!"

But then my mind flashed back to the name I had come across during my investigation. Jonathan. I had never known him personally, but I had heard whispers. My search into Evan had uncovered traces of a man named Jonathan, someone who had been involved in something dangerous—someone who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. And now, Evan was saying— I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean?” Evan smirked. “The way he died,” he said, tilting his head as if recalling a fond memory. “Begging. When I killed him.”

The news of Anderson’s death was shocking; he was one of Jonathan’s best friends. One of the kindest and strongest wolves that Jonathan had the pleasure of knowing. It’s been about a week since the news of his death, and it still didn’t seem real. Graham allowed Jonathan to come and collect Anderson’s ashes; that way there can be a proper burial in Anderson’s town, Paletooth. There were about 200 or more wolves that attended the ceremony. Anderson was a well-known and very liked wolf; even Rock and Melissa attended the ceremony.

Can’t have the prisoner stabbing anyone with a fork. Food appeared and it was normal human food which surprised me, pasta and bread and vegetables that smelled good enough to make my mouth water. I ate slowly and Jonathan watched me the entire time, and the silence stretched so long I was starting to wonder if this was some kind of torture technique. “Do you know why Jonathina really died?” Jonathan asked suddenly, and I paused with my fork halfway to my mouth. “Because she threatened an infant and my father killed her for it,” I said flatly.

Detective Joe said. "The pilot and the unknown man had died alongside the air hostess except your father" Detective Joe said. "Really? thats suspicious." Justin said. Detective Joe sighed heavily. "Don't you find it suspicious as well?" Justin asked. "I do, now there's the bombshell," Detective Joe said. "I got a forensic report on the man who died and in here, it says that the man who died had Crohn's disease besieged in his intestinal tract," Detective Joe said. "Voracious cancer?" Justin asked.

Zayden and Noel sat there, both with a somber expression on their faces. “Henry sent this information to me. He discovered a crucial flu five years ago. Martin Brown died of severe liver failure. His death was so strange that doctors could not identify if he died from man-made or natural causes. If it was done on purpose, it meant that the murderer let Martin be exposed to trace of the lever of poisons over a long period,” Noel reported he had found out about. Zayden was expressionless. He sat back in his chair, his hand clasped to his chest. Then he fixed his icy gaze on the table, nodded, and gestured for Noel to continue.