Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

"Everybody out except Callum and Drake." The room emptied. I waited for the latch. "We no longer believe Cora Maren killed Lily" The color went out of her face all at once. Her hand reached sideways for the edge of the desk and closed on it. "Then whoever killed Lily—" "Is still here." Alice turned and looked through the glass. Morwen was leaning over him, straightening the line, and John's chest was going up and down in that shallow way it had gone all morning. The dressing across his shoulder had started to come through red again.

When she wasn't keeping busy, random thoughts began filtering in through the tiny gaps in the defences of her mind. Someone had murdered Leo Morris, and in the worst possible way. He had been crushed into bare recognition. Claire wondered if it had anything to do with the shootings or with Axel? Did that person want her dead the same way? Goosebumps erupted on her arms and she rubbed them. Her thoughts were terrifying her. The bedroom door opened and Jenise appeared. She didn't look any better. "Hey." She walked to where Claire sat and perched beside her on the bed. "What's up?"

“There’s a difference. A big one. And I’m so damn proud of you, for being strong enough to do what needed to be done.” We found Ronan in the main hall, attending to the cleanup and prisoners. Morrison knelt in the center, hands cuffed behind him, blood streaming from his nose where someone had clearly hit him. Hard. “That’s him,” I said, looking at the man who’d killed my mother. “That’s Iron Mike Morrison.” Morrison looked up, his eyes finding mine. “Commissioner Hart’s daughter. You’ve caused me a lot of problems, little girl.” "You should be dead,” I said coldly. “You killed my mother. You deserve every problem you get and more.”

“I do know things, but . . .” Deidre leaned back in the chair with exhaustion. “If you tell what you know about . . . whatever, will it put your life in danger?” Margo considered the question. She wasn’t sure. Morris was still walking around free, and he might be peeved if she turned his cousin in for past crimes she had committed with him. “I’m not sure. The guy who had considered killing me is on the run, but he has family who . . . might not be the type of people to turn on.”

“There you are, Maddie’s Mom. The kidnapper managed to get her hands on Maddie and your husband’s information. I’m sure she’s up to no good.” The woman, Cassandra Rowe, put on a menacing look. “You filthy kidnapper! You have some nerve to grab my daughter!” The murmurs erupted. “I can’t believe how manipulative the kidnapper is. She even made up a whole narrative!” “Call the cops now! She needs to be arrested!” “The kids are frightened. She’s a monster!” I screamed in defense, “I’m not a kidnapper! I’m here to take my daughter home. Matthew is my husband!”

I ask, still not looking. “Not well,” he says, voice strained. “But, yeah. I do. They were good kids.” Tears prick at my eyes. What sort of monsters would do such a thing? Come in here and murder innocent people? “Brynn,” I gasp. Brynn’s dorm is on this floor. Like almost everyone else, she must have been sleeping when the Silver Hunters attacked. Did she manage to get away? Is she even still alive? “I need to find Brynn,” I gasp.

I took it with shivering hands. "Mam please quietly follow me if you want to be alive "he whispered and advanced inside the fence . My heart beat quickened with each step I was taking nearer to an unknown place whereas Davian was adamant to kill his past. Moment later I could see a log house appearing in front of my eyes which came closer by passing minutes and.I was standing before it . Blood rushed to my cheeks out of nervousness and possible picture of the inside scenario again filled me with fear. "Ma'am let me in first.."Morris put his finger on the trigger and slowly pushed the door ,it wasn't locked from inside,he peeped his head and then signalled me to follow him as he merged inside

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.

“Mallory was obsessed with Josh Carter, had been for years. When Josh started dating Cassie, Mallory lost her mind. She tried to kill Cassie, multiple times. Mark was sleeping with Mallory, but he was obsessed with Cassie too. Mallory kept promising Mark they’d con Josh out of his fortune together, but it was all lies. She was using Mark the same way she used everyone else. When she laughed in his face one too many times, told him he’d never be half the man his father was, he snapped. Cut her throat while she was still dripping with him.” "How do you know all this shit?" Spencer asked, shocked. I swallowed bile. “I went to a private investigator because I'm scared for Cassie and for myself.