Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

One would rather face death than get in their way! "You're Marie Coleman, aren't you?" Morris smiled coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Marie's heart skipped a beat. Initially, she'd thought that it was a simple case of burglary, but she soon realized that the men were specially here for her. The look in Morris' eyes sent a chill down Marie's spine. And as he gazed at her, Marie felt as though she was being scrapped with a knife. In contrast, Larry was smiling, but his eyes had an evil light that made Marie's hair stand on end.

"Was he the same?" "Christopher Mason has six confirmed identities, possible connections to ten suspicious deaths, and a pattern of marrying wealthy women who subsequently 'died in accidents.' Marissa's the first to survive." Morrison's expression was grim. "He was a serial predator. You were just another target." Marissa's hand found mine under the table. "How many women? How many did he kill?"

“I only said they deserve to die, not that I killed them. They died before I was ready to make my move. Maybe it was fate. It’s just a shame that I didn’t get to avenge her myself. “At this point, there’s no reason for me to keep this a secret. In the beginning, I really did want to kill them, but I don’t know how they ended up dead before I could do anything. As for why Cynthia’s dead, well, I don’t know anything about that either.” “You’d better come clean, Morgan Kimmerer! If you’re honest, we can get you a plea bargain!” Jay’s voice once again rang out, questioning me, but there was no more coldness in it.

Jake and Mike also wore special latex gloves to avoid touching the specimens carelessly. "Detective Emerson, this is the report from the three victims. Number one, 24 years old, Elisabeth Morgan worked as a cashier at the Holland Mart on Ballmoore Street. Her boss reported she was missing yesterday after the morning she was found burned," said Dr Emma. Now, they walked to the other cadaver table.

She considered asking because they were working for the Heaven Deviation Path. Most importantly, the situation in the city was very dangerous. She had to ask since Everett died during that time. "The killer is very mysterious." Bosco answered, "But… I have sent people to check. I'm sure we can have the truth soon." Moriri had been protecting Darryl, so he was not going to tell her the truth. He was well aware that the truth would be revealed soon. Moriri would find out sooner or later. At the moment, he would try to keep it from her for as long as possible. Moriri could not help Darryl when he was captured, and everything was revealed.

"Police experts found Mahone's fingerprints in the knife, in the doorknob. I'm not allowed to see her autopsy report, so I can't tell about dental floss. I believe Mahone didn't do this, somebody set him up." I throw the phone on the bed. What am I expecting really? That she didn't die, some miracle happened? But when the murderer stabs her and Mahone finds her all bloody, exactly in that moment the cops walk in and arrest him, that's clearly a setup. I have to know about Martha. Mom would know about her, but I have to wait until she comes home. I clamber off from my bed and reach to the bookshelf. At the meantime, I learn about The Conditorem.

He gave Emerose a warning look before leaving the room. Emerson and Merly stood in the hallway, their faces etched with worry, confusion, and anger. They watched as Detective Harding approached them, their expressions pleading for answers. "Detective, what’s happening?" Emerson asked, his voice trembling. "Why is our daughter facing such a terrible crime?" The detective took a deep breath. "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, we have substantial evidence that suggests Emerose was involved in the planning and execution of Emerald Morgan’s kidnapping. The suspect already confessed."

“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.”

The posh woman, looking to be in her thirties, wore flawless makeup and a tailored suit, her brand-new handbag swinging in her hand as she angrily pointed at me. “How dare you threaten my daughter, you psycho!” “Who the hell are you?” Taking in the blow, I glared at her. “You have no right to hit me! Who are you to Matthew? Enlighten me!” “Who am I?” The woman paused at my grilling. Before long, she raised her voice. “Matthew is my husband. I’m married to him!” Victoria stirred the pot from the sidelines. “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.”