King Vons Autopsy Photos Novels & Stories

I still couldn't push off the wall because I had just had one of the best orgasms of my life and… it was in the fucking bathroom, under the nose of my teammates. It was safe to call me foolish at that point. Receiving handjobs instead of thinking about how I could get Alex. Later that day… Riven. “I hear you had chased the guy who did this.” The Vice Chancellor asked, looking at the embalmed body of Elder Gong. I was at the morgue with him, because they had requested my presence. Several tests were being conducted on the body to know what exactly how this killer had operated. “There's no physical injury nor is there any fractured bone on him.” The guy in a white lab coat informed.

“No, Alsie, I’m most definitely not up to speed on the events.” [Luna?] [Yes, Dr. Pattison.] [I did a necropsy on former Alpha Kordell.] [Ok, to be expected.] [He had rabies.]

They sat like that for a long moment, Victoria drawing strength from King's certainty even as her mind raced. Her phone buzzed again, She almost didn't look. But King nodded, and she opened the message with shaking hands. This one was different. an attachment;a video file, ten seconds long. Victoria clicked play. The video showed her father at his rally the moment before he collapsed. But this angle was different from the news footage,so they looked closer and saw a man in a catering uniform who had stepped close to her father's water bottle. Victoria's heart stopped. "King. This is…"

While she was losing her mind, I pointed at the victim’s body and said calmly, “The lungs show significant congestion and edema, but lack the alveolar expansion typical of drowning, indicating the victim was already dead before entering the water. “While there are no obvious external injuries, the autopsy revealed blunt-force trauma to the abdomen with minor internal organ rupture, confirming this was a homicide.” As soon as I finished, Yvette swayed on her feet like she was almost collapsing. The incident blew up online, skyrocketing to the top of the trending list. The livestream chat exploded.

"Because I was there. And because no one else was." My throat tightened with thick emotions. "But... I was dying. Why didn’t you let me go?" He looked over his shoulder, gaze cold. "Because no one deserves to die like that." I swallowed the scream in my throat. "Doctor Voss?" My voice broke. "Did you... did you see the driver?" He stared at me a moment. Then nodded. "Black car. Tinted windows. Drove off the moment I stepped out." I nodded weakly, lying back into the pillow, pain wrapping around my chest.

"A car crash?" "The news said it was an accident. Chuck was speeding on the road and crashed into a construction site. Well Spring Pharma had been trying to keep this a secret for a few days. Chuck took his last breath yesterday, so they published his obituary." Conan had called Yvonne immediately after he had found out about it. He gulped before asking tentatively, "Yvonne, this has nothing to do with you guys, right?" "No." But Yvonne thought for a while before adding, "Maybe."

His eyes had darkened but Eva couldn't read him as he kept his head down. "Kade's motorcycle was found by police earlier today." Daniel finally spoke, lifting his head so his steel blue eyes bore into his audience. "It appears the front wheel was shot out. They found a significant amount of blood and brain matter just off the road and a shell casing. They can't be sure until they do testing but they believe the blood will belong to him." Eva felt her face pale, her heart dropping into her stomach. Kade was dead. “Wait, so there was no body?” Ethan asked, looking confused.

He knew that car. Ben kept going, “I ran the plates and it belongs to a Whitney Donovan. She’s a second-year paramedic, and she was working the night of Dominic’s crash. But I can tell you for certain that Dominic is dead. I was able to find some photos and yeah, there’s no way he is alive. The crash practically broke the man in two.”

"No tracks leading away from the car. No thermal signatures picked up by the perimeter cameras. The chauffeur was dragged into the woods and vanished." "And Thorne?" Kai asked, leaning over the table to inspect the photos. "Clean decapitation," Vance noted grimly. "Look at the edges of the neck wound. A rogue's jaw would crush the bone and leave jagged tear marks. This was a clean, blindingly fast slice. Like a massive sword." "Animals don't use swords," Silas argued, rubbing his temples.

My breath hitched. It was a high-resolution shot, taken from the shadows of the parking grove. It showed the interior of the black SUV. Evelyn was pinned against the leather seat, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in an expression of terrifying ecstasy. Victor Volkov was over her, his hand tangled in her golden hair, his face buried in her neck. But it wasn't just the act. It was the composition. It was a warning. On the back of the photo, scrawled in thick, black ink, were five words that made the floor beneath my heels feel like shifting sand: