Jordan Silver Murder Novels & Stories

“C’mon Jolene. You can trust me. Mr Silverman was having an affair with the victims?” “Well, he…,” Jolene stammered, not exactly sure if she was doing the right thing. “He did make out with them on occasion in his office. But I’ve known Mr Silverman for a long time, and I can tell you, he’s no murderer! You can verify it with Wendy. She’s outside right now.” “Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart. I plan to do just that.” ***

I walk to Silver. “Silver, you have to do something,” I said, shaking him. But he stood there not moving while Lillian cried, looking away. “Silver, if Jared kills her, he will hate himself irrespective of what she did. She is his mate,” I said, shaking him to stop Jared from choking her to death, but Silver just stood there, not moving an inch. I sighed. I really hate Helena and I don’t care what happens to her, but Jared cannot be the one to kill his mate. So without thinking, I moved to Jared and snapped his neck. He fell on the floor with a loud thud. He is not dead, he is just sleeping temporarily. He will be awake in the next 5 minutes.

"No, I think I’ll stop meeting her for a while. You saw it—we already know it was Teppi, so I don't need to investigate much further." "You do need to. For example, where did he get the silver? Why did he and the others die? Why didn't Trent and Kristy examine the victims' bodies when they knew they were injured by silver?" "He got the silver from the person who gave him the money. We haven't found that person yet. He and the others died of cardiac arrest, not because of silver. The silver was specifically meant for you." "You guys spent two weeks just to come up with those few answers?"

“I’ve thought about that, many times. I don’t know if she needs help and treatment, or if she’s a woman who enjoys wrecking men’s lives, but there’s a pattern that can’t be denied.” “So you don’t know the truth.” “And I never will.” “You said…” Jo hesitated. “You said that she ruined your life.” “Damn straight she did.” Silver looked down at his large hands, saw that they were clenched into fists. He gently opened his fingers and forced himself to calm down. “I went to jail for six years.” “Holy Christ above…” Jo was stunned, just completely floored. “Based on what? Your word against hers?” “Yep. Pretty much.”

Almost like taking candy from a baby. Or better yet perhaps framing him for the murders and disappearances would be justice enough for him. Especially since we all knew the world would not get their closure from Desdemona. No, she was an immortal. She would never see prison time or be shoved in front for the whole world to see. Due to this, the world would not have closure unless we provided one for them. And what better way to get back at someone then by framing them and making them become the most notorious serial killer out there?

She has this confidence that never fails. "I dug through the files that recorded the murder of a woman last year. At that time I was not yet in the service. And neither we nor you were destined here. Actually five women died, the same case. But it turned out my attention is on Joana Lee, 24 years old and a half Korean-Pinay. According to the record, the crime happened right there in the house where I live. At exactly two am. Her body was found chopped up right there in the closet of the house, " I told them when we had a break time. We finished eating lunch and we are here in the office. "Which is the same from the recent case," said Kitt.

Seeing such a horrifying and bloody scene, Silver suddenly trembled with a roll of divine light. “Where did you go?” James muttered to himself. Then, he took another step and appeared on Quince’s remains. The Jozo Sword in his hand was like cutting tofu, cutting Quince’s massive remains in half. Blood surged, and internal organs flew everywhere. “James, that’s enough!” Silver shouted angrily. She was unable to bear to watch anymore. James, who had plunged into Quince’s body, took a while before pulling out a shining pearl. However, this turned himself into a bloody mess in the process.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

"Silver—" "Does Henry know that you killed Stella?" The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to explode. Javier froze. His face went pale. His carefully constructed mask cracked. "What did you say?" Henry's voice was sharp. Dangerous. "Javier killed Stella," I repeated. "And then he framed you for it." "That's absurd," Javier said quickly. "Silver, I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you?" I turned to Henry. "He killed her, Henry. He wanted to get rid of her to blame it on you”