Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

Derry pointed out with a smile. "You have a problem with that?" Lily asked with a smile, pulled Derry's hand and wrapped his hand around her shoulder. Derry shook his head smiling and turned on the TV and frowned at the news caption; Breaking news. News reaching us this evening has it that Jennifer Morales was killed in her cell this evening. From the information gathered, it appears she got into a fight with one of the in-cell mates who quickly overpowered her and hit her head against the wall sending her to the ground. It didn't end there as this inmate brutally gave her multiple injuries on the head using the leg of the bed. What instigated the fight is still not known but Jennifer Morale

“What do you mean?” Marjorie hesitated for some time before letting out a huge sigh and going on with it. “Someone paid her to make you come into the city no matter what, but, that time, she really have to let you come, so she accepted the money, tricking them. And… She thinks that because of this, her parents were killed.” Althea and Tyler had their eyes wide in alarm. “They were what?” Marjorie’s expression becomes sullen. “Yes, according to the police’s report, the ‘accident’ might be planned.”

And somehow, the worst part was, he still missed the way Janice used to moan his name when he was balls-deep inside her. She was the one who had introduced him to that fine line between pleasure and pain. There was only one other woman who made him feel anything close to what he had with her. The name came unbidden to his mind. Marisol. “Breaking News.” The reporter spoke in the background. “Reports are coming in that a man gunned down in a motel parking lot is Chad Morrison, son of Elizabeth Vale and Jimmy Morrison. Stepson of billionaire philanthropist Marvin Vale. Eyewitness reports say that it appears to be a drug deal gone wrong.

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."

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

Marcus said coldly. “That’s impossible!” I shot to my feet. “My phone was with me the whole time!” Marcus closed his notebook, then shifted the direction of his questioning. “William’s son was later returned home safely. He said a woman wearing a pumpkin mask took him out for candy and played with him all afternoon.” A flicker of hope rose in my chest. This proved there was someone else—the real killer behind the mask. “The boy was shaken, but he remembered one very important detail,” Marcus continued slowly.

Maria put her hands on her hip and let out a sigh, "I guess it wasn't your fault after all. I'll admit that I never shot you to kill you, but I was everywhere in California, searching for your father. Where is he?" "He's died. He went through hell for us to have food on the table after we left Mexico," Valerie replied. "How did he die?" "I don't know. He was murdered in his apartment," Maria's eyes lit up as she heard that Toby was murdered. "I have a reason why I came here to talk to you," Maria said, allowing Valerie's eyes to meet hers. "I know who's behind some of the murders, the Hush Haven's leaks, and the stolen files,"

I tapped the notification and read the headline: “Anonymous Blog Exposes Connection Between Emmanuella Moretti’s Murder and Three Previous Deaths. Click for Details.” I clicked the link, and my stomach churned as I read: > “It’s no longer news that a murderer has been roaming freely in Mandena while innocent people, such as Ms. Rebecca Harrington, have been wrongfully accused of the deaths of Roy, Cassandra, and Diana. > > Today, we learned that Mrs. Emmanuella Moretti—the woman Mr. Gabriel Moretti married after divorcing Ms. Rebecca Harrington—has been found dead in a hotel room alongside a stranger identified as Mr. Marshall.

He pulled me into his arms for a kiss that was interrupted by a text from Bert. “Moose is going to be okay,” Victor said. “The doctors are keeping him overnight for observation, and then he can go home tomorrow.” “That’s fantastic news,” I said. “This isn’t,” Victor said when he finished reading the text from Bert. “The fingerprints on the crowbar aren’t Martha’s.” “Why do the police have her prints on file?” I asked. “She must have been arrested sometime in her life, or the police wouldn’t have her fingerprints.” “She was printed years ago after she slapped a policeman who gave her a speeding ticket,” Victor said. “I remember my parents talking about it when I was about ten.”

"I told her she was being paranoid. Told her to talk to him about it." Mills put his hand on my shoulder. "That's not your fault." "She 'fell' down the stairs that night. Broke her neck." I laughed, but it came out bitter. "Funny how many of these women seem to fall from high places." "The guy was never charged?" "Richard Morrison. Respected businessman. Big donations to the police benevolent fund. The investigation was... thorough." I made air quotes. "No evidence of foul play. Case closed." "But you didn't let it go."