Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

Marco started to say something, but seeing Dante's state, he shut his mouth. In the Chicago underworld, Dante Moretti was a legend. Cold, ruthless, always in control. No one had ever seen him look weak. No one had ever seen him shed a tear. But now, the legend was on his knees beside a filthy puddle, as helpless as a child who had lost his mother. Finally, they found it. Alessia’s SIM card. Dante clutched it like a holy relic, thinking maybe, just maybe, it held a final message she wanted him to see.

"What did they tell you? Was it them?" "Not! They saw you that night in a park with a strange man. They didn't describe it well, they told me they followed you. But I was also following them which I don't remember. When they noticed me, they beat me and left me in that sewer. —I was angry to remember— after that Davis entered your house and it was where he found you lying with a bloody sheet and your shirt too. You were already dead, Max. All Davis did was clean his fingerprints, that's why he has your shirt full of blood and stuff. But they did not see the man, it is an advance to know this because we discarded them from the list of suspects." "It's the same, we don't know who my k

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

The kind of pain that lived behind the eyes and made light feel like an assault. But his mind was clear.Clearer than it had been since he woke up. Detective Karen Mills sat in the chair beside his bed. She had been there for forty minutes she had shown him the corporate registry. The burner phone trace. The connection to Meridian Pacific Holdings. Daniel had read every document twice, then he had sat quietly for a long time. Processing. Assembling. The way he always did. "The CCTV footage from the hospital parking garage was edited," he said finally. "I found the timestamp manipulation the night I was attacked."

That would help us in our documentary. “Gotcha,” Devon said and called my attention. He found something. I put my phone down because I am using my phone to help Devon research about it and came closer to him and looked at the monitor that he is trying to show me. “It says here that she was killed when the burglars went inside their house, when her parents were not home and only her and her brother were left home” Devon said and he read what he found. That is what I thought too but that is not what happened. She wasn’t killed by the burglars but she was killed by her brother and her brother’s friends. I guess.

“He managed to escape with a hand injury and was taken to the hospital for treatment. He was placed in a ward after his surgery, but he was gone by midnight.” Serenity was suddenly alarmed. “Morris is missing?” “He was drugged and secretly taken out of the hospital,” Jackson explained. The police had discovered this later through surveillance footage. “Was it…” Serenity began to consider a possibility. Since Fernando and Marissa were murdered and Morris had witnessed the crime, the boy had become a key witness. The culprits might have kidnapped him to prevent him from identifying them. “Morris is in grave danger. If he’s in the hands of the killers, they might silence him permanently,” Seren

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Before we could get in, a voice rang out. “Miss Marcelo.” I turned. Detective Morris. “I’m Detective Morris,” he said, showing his badge. “I know.” His smile thinned. “Okay then. I’ll get straight to it. Jason Clarke was found beaten half to death last night. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?” “She wasn’t involved,” Rob said immediately. Morris raised a brow. “I was talking to her.” He shifted his gaze back to me. “Where were you last night?”

The Interview Moriah Case 571, Erwin Bach, accused of multi-homicide first-degree murder, July 17, 2021. The crime scene suggests the attack was not premeditated, according to the police report. There was no evidence to suggest a link between the victims or a modus operandi. They were chosen at random, it seems. Detectives believe the attack was caused by some unknown event. An individual may become aggressive as a result. Based on the photos of the crime scenes, anyone could come to the same conclusion. The evidence does not support a prior connection with the victims as a modus operandi.

“You cornered her.” “Yes.” “And now?” Samuel’s lips curved faintly. “Now she’s exposed.” Before Maxwell could respond, Mara’s phone rang sharply. She answered. Listened. Her expression shifted. She looked up slowly. “There’s been an incident.” Maxwell’s voice was ice. “What incident?” Mara swallowed. “Margaret Reynolds was just arrested.” Silence exploded. “For what?” Amelia whispered. Mara’s eyes darkened. “Attempted murder. Fifteen years ago.”