Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

How? "Ms. Sinclair," Morrison said, leaning forward slightly. "In the past week, we've had one murder, one explosion with multiple casualties, and now two missing persons connected to you. Your boyfriend's business partner "Marcus Trent" is dead. Your boyfriend Evan Grayson is missing and your aunt is missing. You're the common thread connecting all of these incidents." "I'm a victim," I said firmly, letting anger color my voice because it was genuine. "Evan betrayed me, used me and from what I've learned, he was involved in criminal activities I knew nothing about.

Hunter's POV I was in the kitchen making eggs when my phone rang. Morrison's name flashed on the screen, and my stomach tightened. Grace was still asleep upstairs, and I wanted to keep it that way, at least until I knew what this call was about. "Morrison," I answered, keeping my voice low. "Mr. Sinclair, I'm calling to let you know we've just arrested Margo Wilson." I paused, setting down the spatula. "When?" "About an hour ago. She's being processed now. Thought you and Mrs. Sinclair should know before it hits the news."

A woman in a sharp grey suit who introduced herself as Detective Morales. She looked at Henry. At the gun. At the bullet holes in the wall. Then she looked at Alexander. "Henry Black," she said. "You're under arrest for the murders of Nora Black and Eleanor Vance." "You have no proof." "I have twenty years of witness statements, financial records, and a confession you made to a dying priest in 2015." She pulled out handcuffs. "The priest recorded it. He gave it to us last week. On his deathbed."

She’d see right through it, and she’d never forgive me. I just have to walk in there and admit I did exactly what she asked. I tore my cousin’s room down to the studs three times, and I found nothing. Nothing a court would look at. Nothing the Council gives a shit about. But on the flip side, I have two sworn statements from guards who watched Marjorie stroll toward the east wing at two in the morning. Seven girls were dead in that exact wing by dawn. Herbs from Marjorie’s personal garden were buried in the dirt under their beds.

My sister came home three years after she went missing. But every time she saw me, she lost control and tried to kill herself. She blamed me for failing to protect her. My parents begged me with tears in their eyes. "Move down to the basement. We owe her this much. Don't hold it against her. Once she gets better, you can move back upstairs, okay?" I agreed. Seven years passed, and I slowly became invisible in my own home. Then, this Christmas, Mom finally invited me to celebrate with the family. I had barely picked up the knife to cut the cake when my sister suddenly screamed. I jumped up, but before I could react, my sister snatched the cake knife and slashed her own wrist. Mom lunged at me

Morrisa was angry, hurt and confused on hearing that he (Mr Hart) was dead. "How could you be this careless? I gave you one job, just one job to mess around with him and not to kill him." Morrisa said, her voice low. "I want him to die by my hands, I want him to know it is I who killed him." She added and asked the question bugging her calmly. "When did he die?" "About five years now." Eric, the second man answered. His dirty blond hair was combed neatly to the back. "What!?" She didn't hold back her voice.

"But here's the thing, I found three other Alex Morrisons in different states over the past fifteen years. Different middle names, slightly different background details, but same general description." "Different identities?" "Looks like it. And Tony..." She pauses dramatically. "Each Alex Morrison was married to a woman who died of mysterious organ failure within two to four years of marriage." My blood runs cold. "How many wives?" "Four that I can confirm, including the current one, Lily Morrison. All of them young, attractive, and wealthy enough to be worth killing for insurance money." "Jesus Christ." I stand up and pace to the window. "He's a serial killer."

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.

She tapped the empty spot beside her for him to join her. "What's wrong now?" he asked as he sank beside her. Marybeth took a deep breath before blurting out quickly, "I think Iris's death may be connected to the dead editor and the other three people murdered last night." Austin's face crumpled under a storm of emotions, cycling through confusion, heartbreak, disbelief and back to confusion again. He opened his mouth several times and shut it without uttering a word, and Marybeth wished she could have worked a little more on her delivery.

"The second case took place in May. It was Marry's family. She was pregnant with twins when the murder happened. Her husband passed away in a car accident three years ago. She had a twelve-year-old daughter and a six-year-old son. His son said that his father suddenly came back and said that he would take him out to play. Then, he fell asleep in the car. When he woke up, he heard from others that all his family members were dead. Marry and her 12-year-old daughter were stabbed to death by each other. Both of them were sexually assaulted, but the murderer didn't leave any DNA in their bodies." "Did you just say that the 12-year-old daughter was sexually assaulted too? Then, it shouldn't have