Mary Morris Murders Novels & Stories

My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you." Leon looked up, his gaze locking onto me. He still wore that mask of devastating grief, but I noticed his fingers twitch and curl inward. Sophie shrieked, "What's left to see? The evidence is right there! You're the killer!" I ignored her completely. Instead, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened a file. "Officers, my husband asked me to deliver medicine to Grandma yesterday. But before I went to her house, I took that bottle to a pharmacy and then straight to a hospital."

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

I lifted her up on my knees, I took out my phone and called 911. Suddenly my attention was brought to other side of the room when I saw someone run out from behind the door, he was wearing all black. I set Marianna down as I ran after him. I managed to tackle him down and we began to brawl on the floor. I felt his foot hit my stomach, as I fell back he ran out the door, he managed to escape from me. I was seething with anger. He was going to die at my hands when I find out who this son of a bitch was. All I could recall of him was a familiar smell of a Versace cologne, and he was white. I ran back to Marianna; I could not handle seeing the woman I love like this. I wrapped my arms around her

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.

She types in the internet code that is listed on the small brochure inside the room. Within minutes she is browsing many articles on the internet about the Sleepy Oak motel and all the disappearances and murders that happened here years ago. Clicking a news article from a local news website, she reads it quickly. It tells how Nate and Dave Matthews kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered nearly twenty women over a span of two decades. How they tried to kidnap a woman on Christmas Eve and tried to murder her husband and kids.

Several rounds of thorough investigation later, the police suspected Morris was the perpetrator behind these homicides because his DNA results matched the ones they unearthed from the evidence. Despite that, Morris had an alibi for his absence and several eyewitnesses qualified to testify for him. Morris was in a meeting at the time of the first female victim’s murder. He had a room full of people to be his witnesses.

Maya's voice came out steady despite the fear crawling up her spine. "Detective Sarah Morrison, Portland PD. I'm calling about Marcus Webb. Ms. Reeves, I need you to stay calm—" "What did he do?" Maya's free hand clutched Finn's arm. "Where is he?" "There was an incident last night in Portland. Mr. Webb was involved in a confrontation outside a bar. He became violent when someone mentioned your name—apparently, he'd been drinking and asking around about you. Ms. Reeves, Marcus Webb is dead."

Marcus said. "Wait, are you saying, Ana Morrison is my step-sister?" Amanda asked. "Yes, Ana Morrison's mother was murdered and for some crazy reason, someone took a picture of Ana at the scene holding the murder weapon and the conclusion was, Ana killed her mother," Marcus said. "But we know Ana's stepmother is the one who carried out this job. A task she was able to carry out because she and Ana's mother were friends. Feeling Ana's mother took her man away from her, she carried out the task after receiving the money from Mr Thatcher and decided to use it to get rid of Ana but that didn't work because Ana was less than six years old. She married the man and became the new Mrs Morrison. When