King Vons Autopsy Photos Novels & Stories

Lowell was green and looked as though he would be very sick. Ian turned to them and announced the verdict, "It would seem that a wolf became hungry enough to attack a horse on its own. When his saddle belt broke causing him to fall, Lord Kurn broke his neck. This death was accidental. We should bury him and all hope that his son will do a better job of attending the needs of the people than his father did so that it may prolong his life." They left the sight and sent in a crew to retrieve the body for burial.

"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.

"The investigators are still looking into it. What we know now is his car lost control." "Could it be sabotage?" another voice suggested. "We do not know yet. Stop jumping to conclusions." I stayed near the back, trying to make myself invisible and process what I was hearing. Lord Voss was alive. Not dead. Not dying. Just hurt. Relief washed through me so suddenly I nearly collapsed. I had not killed him. Thank God, I had not killed him. "The important thing," Leone continued, "is that Lord Voss is safe. The doctors say he will make a full recovery. He had a few broken ribs, some bruising. Nothing life-threatening."

Everything was watertight. "Thank you." The police officer closed his notepad containing Lucian's testimony. All they had to ask were routine questions. Kyros' autopsy report had already come out. He was confirmed dead on impact. His external injuries were caused by the concrete slab. It ruled out the possibility that he had been killed first. "Kyros Barlowe has been confirmed dead. Do you know if he has any relatives?" They had checked his family registry for information. The column where his mother's name was supposed to be was left empty. His father had already passed away. He had no other relatives.

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

My heart was hammering a wild, erratic rhythm against my ribs, but I kept my chin high, staring straight ahead. Through the fabric of his black-and-silver road jersey, Chase looked monstrous, his broad shoulders broadened even further by the dark gray Kevlar harness fitted tightly over his torso but I knew the truth beneath the armor. Beneath the carbon-fiber shell, his sixth and seventh ribs were held together by willpower, high-tensile athletic binding, and an independent specialist's conditional medical clearance that Victor Vance was still trying to shred in a high-stakes league injunction hearing happening in New York as we spoke.

The bald pathologist was busy autopsying Travis Dunham's shriveled body. "Please tell me you have something, Vince," Cole said, greeting the reed-thin, middle-aged doctor draped in a worn lab coat. Vince turned towards Cole and adjusted his glasses. "Seventeen years on this lousy job and I've never seen anything like this. Come here, take a look." Cole approached the body, or rather what somewhat resembled a body. The corpse was desiccated as if entombed for millennia in Egypt. But the clothes piled on a steel table beside the body were the same ones he saw Travis wear last night, without so much as a stain on them...

Eva Zavion killed Falcon! The realisation finally sinking in as I gaped at Falcon's severed head on spike in the center of the crossroad for all to see. His sockets were bloody and hollow, mouth torn off. Thick blood spiraling down the wooden stick, painting it crimson. The sight so gruesome that I knew it was going to haunt me for a long time. I felt bile rising up my throat prompting me to retch. I rushed to the side of the road, leaned over a tree and threw up my breakfast.

she answered with her head not moving away from her phone. Karen gave her a side eye as she pressed on. "What about it?" "The autopsy results of the two sisters just came out. They had missing organs." Karen couldn't fake the fact that she was not bothered, when she noticed that Vada was reading her expressions, she asked on, "What organs precisely?" "Liver, heart and kidneys each." she answered not blinking or looking away from Karen, she was giving her a death stare.