Novel & Cerita King Vons Autopsy Photos

No matter his schedule, he always found time to whip up a cup of hot cocoa for me, then sat close by, watching as I took each sip. "Donna." The door tapped open, and one of my guys stepped in. "Got word from Italvia: Nolan Winston has kicked the bucket." I looked up. "How'd he go?" "Booze got the best of him, ended up a popsicle in some slum alley." He flicked a photo my way. "Caught it on the scene." I snagged the photo for a quick look. The man in the photo was huddled against a wall, covered in grime, with the telltale purple of a drunk's demise.

"Get in the truck, Jack. We have a situation at the Enforcement HQ. Noah Vexley—the college student—has been found in his holding cell." My heart hammered against my ribs. "And?" "He’s dead," Ronan’s voice was like ice. "The guards are calling it a self-inflicted throat-tear. He was decisive. We need your eyes on the body before the scent fades." The autopsy room at the Blackridge Enforcement HQ was sterile, cold, and smelled of silver-wash. I stepped away from the table, peeling off my surgical gloves. "It wasn't murder," I said, addressing Ronan and the three Enforcers standing in the shadows. "The jagged nature of the wound and the angle of the claws confirm it was self-inflicted. He want

As if answering my unspoken message, we all lift our phones to show we all received the same message. "Who are you?" I ask. "The Huntress." Our phones unanimously ping at the same time. "How do we really know you're the assassin we hired?" I ask. A picture of Vito's body slumped over the back of the horses flashes upon our screens. I notice right away the timestamp of the picture. It was taken at 2:17 AM. I can also tell by the time of day that this photo hasn't been fabricated. Hawk himself had said that the time of death was estimated to be around 2 AM. This just proves it.

I didn't know Karl personally, but I heard he was a dedicated warrior. A Gamma whose heart and soul lived with the very pack. "Did the marking have a purple color to it?" On the screen it's barely visible, just an outline, but when I look at him, Coren nods, adding, "Most of the knife wounds on his body had that purple-black tint to them. We're carrying out an autopsy to determine if it's dye or poison." I breathe in deeply and though my heart trembles, I say my next words steadily, "You'll know it's the same as Amelia's if the report comes back showing neither of those.

I groaned, sinking to my knees to drag the box out when the unmistakable stench of poison singed the hairs in my nose. “Oh no…oh yes,” I panted, freezing for a fraction of a second when the case revealed a long thin vile nestled neatly in the black velvet stirrups. There was no mistaking what it was this time. Wolfsbane. Adonis Kefas was our black-gooved killer. My fingers worked quickly before I rolled the vial into the ziplock bag, careful to keep my prints off the bottle. “Ita about time I got back to the party, this show is just getting started,” I growled through clenched teeth, sinking my fist in the elder’a round mirror before kicking the door open and stalking into the hallways, back

But they stopped me from doing that, they did everything to avoid me. We had a lot of wounds. After getting the autopsy results, the doctor explained that the cause of Vhiann's death is respiratory impairment or the so called "drowning" We can't accept the fact that, that was the last time we see our daughter happy. She is very sweet that she requested us to have a short vacation, but we never thought that was her last moment with us, Jill and Adrian both cried.

"What is my crime?" Vince didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a thick envelope from his jacket and slid a stack of high-resolution photographs through the gap in the bars. They fanned out across the cold floor like a deck of cursed cards. Chloe stared down at them. There she was—pinned under Donovan Tang on the factory floor. There she was—laughing "provocatively" into the Iron Commander's eyes. And there—the most damning one—stumbling into his arms, their bodies pressed together in what looked like an intimate, soul-searing embrace.

The first shot took the whole body and the remaining five shots focused on the areas of the body that had peculiar wounds it was brutal. "This looks like it was personal," I said as I simultaneously inspected the six pictures spread out before me. Al Vegas, as the first picture depicted was nailed to a white wall. He was naked and he had deep lacerations all over his body. His mouth was bloody and on closer inspection, I realized that all of his teeth had been pulled out. "They really took their time," I said as I kept on studying the pictures. "How many inches were the nails?" I asked, as I took a closer look at his wrist.

He opened a browser tab to check the news, a habit he had while cooling down. The homepage of the Aethelgard Chronicle loaded. BREAKING NEWS HIGH PREFECT VANE ASSASSINATED IN APEX SPIRE PENTHOUSE Ren froze. He clicked the headline. The video report auto-played. "...High Prefect Valerius Vane was dining alone when a single, high-caliber round, fired from an unknown location, struck him in the head. He died instantly at 23:48." Ren looked at the clock. 23:53.