Novel & Cerita Mary Morris Murders

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.

At the bottom, in neat handwriting: "The Collection - Phase One Complete." "Morrison wasn't working alone," I said. "This was organized. Professional." "You think Alexander Richie was part of it?" "I think Alexander Richie learned from it." I showed him another document. "Morrison died of a heart attack in January 2019. Alexander married his first recorded wife, Sarah Mitchell, in March 2019. Two months later." Mills stared at the timeline. "Like he inherited Morrison's... hobby." "Or his client list." I picked up Jason's phone records, the ones that had been bugging me for days. "Remember that mystery number Jason called the night before he died? I finally tracked it down."

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

3RD POV: “Nina Morris, daughter of Late Business Tycoon Mr Marcus Morris, has been apprehended for multiple charges, kidnapping of the twins of Billionaire Ross Anderson and Catherine Williams, Murder…..” The reporter listed out.. Mrs Morris was seated in front of her television, watching the news with tears running down her cheek, seeing her daughter being labeled as a criminal. Hot tears ran down through her cheeks and her chest rose up and fell repeatedly. “Everyone will view my daughter as a criminal. How could I have given birth to such a useless being? So freaking useless!” She hit the television stand in anger and shook her head.

"You said you have information about a murder?" Charlotte sat down, placing the folder on the table. "Yes. My mother’s murder." Harris's expression turned serious. "Go on." Charlotte took a deep breath. “My stepmother, Natalie Walker, poisoned her. And I have the proof.” She slid the folder across the table. Harris opened it and pulled out the USB drive. “What’s on this?” Charlotte clasped her hands together tightly. "Dash-cam footage. It shows Natalie tampering with my mother’s drink before she died."

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.

He looked up, a gold tooth glinting in the dim light. I didn't hesitate. I pushed out another stack. The man stuffed the cash into his jacket, then leaned forward, his voice low. "One week. But I gotta warn you, lady—once you use this new ID, the past has to be dead and buried. The Moretti family has eyes and ears everywhere in this country. You leave one single trace, they'll find you." I stood, my heels clicking sharply on the concrete floor. "I understand." My resolve was steel.

I got up and began to explain a little about what I had discovered, showing the earring that matched Wesley's, I gave all the details to the judge, he kept the earring. "Well, please sit down, now we'll give Mr. Manson a chance." Wesley "Good morning his honor and those present. I want to express freely that I am not the murderer of Max Stuart. The night Max was assassinated, I was in the room of a colleague, we, the people of high command in society, are informed of every movement made by a member of the same society. That night I received a message that behind Max Stuart's car another had been following him for some time. I left the room taking my car towards Max Stuart's house, I arriv