Mission Oriented Serial Killer Novels & Stories

"You’ve helped us a great deal. We’ve been tracking him for weeks, but we couldn't get any leads. Who would've thought you'd stumble upon him?" The serial murders had been wreaking havoc in New York, and the pressure from above had been intense. If they could confirm that this man was indeed the killer, it would break the case wide open. "No need to thank me," Caitlin replied. "It’s our duty as citizens to rid the world of scum like him." Felix smiled in gratitude. "I still owe you one. By the way, are you going to check on Omar? Any leads there?" "Not yet. But I need to go there now. The situation is urgent," Caitlin said, her expression turning serious.

“From your sloppy actions, you’re either a terrible assassin or you didn’t come here to kill me.” Sloppy actions? He certainly doesn’t know me at all. If there’s one reason for my strange sluggishness, it’s his scent. It’s so distracting, it’s making me restless. He holds my own dagger against my throat, and I panic. “So, tell me who sent you to kill me.” “And why would I tell you?” I spit in his face, trying to break myself free. “Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.” “You think I'm—” his scent envelopes me again, and I can barely think.

It was a full investigation kit, papers old and new from the very moment she turned ten, questions she asked and many of them were so unanswered. This was her entire documentation on the death of her father and how Christian Harper was connected to it. She pulled out a marker and then picked up one of the papers that had Christian’s picture on it she pressed the marker on it and slowly wrote the words “ORGAN HARVESTOR A.K.A SERIAL KILLER” she pushed the paper back into the box and then locked it up putting in back into the safe spot she has been hiding it.

“We have been following a lead about a series of murders that have been taking place all over the small packs. Your father and I have been following that up but now I have to bring everything to you.” I wonder what made him think it was the work of a serial killer and not rogues. “What makes you think it’s a serial killer?” he sighed. “Because the Amo is the same. He always killed wolves then leave a scorpion on the scene, a symbol of revenge and he has only been killing wolves.” That could mean anything. “That could mean anything Damon.” I really didn’t want to believe we had a serial killer on our hands. “The people he has killed, are low ranking wolves. Some from the crescent moon pack, s

That way he could see her, feel her and just know that she was alright. Thomas wanted to make sure the people in his life were kept safe, and he knew that the first order of business that he could control was tracking down the serial killer. He had been spending tons of time at the office going old school trying to solve the open cases. He had an old whiteboard that he had brought out of storage. He took his time and placed all the crime photos in certain areas on the board along with the date and time of each murder. The guys would often tease him about his 1980’s way doing things.

"Mr. Moore, a license plate is excellent, but it doesn't give us the motive. Why would a random vehicle target a high-profile attorney on an isolated highway bypass in broad daylight?" "Owen wasn't just driving home from a casual meet up with family, officer. He was actively running an independent investigation into the murder of his mother. He had a primary suspect firmly in his crosshairs: Georgia Newton." The detective sharply raises his eyebrows. "Georgia Newton? The widow of his late brother? That’s a heavy accusation."

“What I was trying to say is that some serial killers could have the same and different ways to show their mark, and on this spree, I could say the same if you confirmed what I am putting into assumption.” “What do you mean, Detective?” The young officer curiously asked. “Did Miranda lose her face?” Then realization hit the latter. “Yes –Don’t tell me...?” “Yes, it’s a serial killer, and their face if my hunch is right would be his trophy keepsake on his collections.” BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO “What’s the matter?” Rio ponder.

All the while, I wondered what he was getting at. " I may not come from a long line of serial killers, Mokunfayo, I might not be Sherlock Holmes either, but my years of experience in issues like these has helped me with a few theories that will need your account of tonight to validate Mokunfayo. That is why I need you to tell me what the fuck went down at that facility." He walked as he talked, so that by the time he was done, he had rounded the bed and was leaning so close to my form with his large palms covering either side of my face and his gaze dead set and locked with mine.

Staring at the dark fingerprint bruises Nick Johansen had left on her daughter’s throat, she was grateful they were finally yellowing and that’s all the damage he’d done. Brushing her fingertips over the sensitive mousepad built-in to her laptop, Teri waited as her computer woke, then loaded the city newspaper’s webpage. With Zoe drawing and coloring happily and Jim in the shower, she had time to read. “MOAB, UT — A serial rapist who brutalized his female victims in Utah and southern Idaho and eluded capture for nearly 12 years has been arrested after incriminating electronic evidence was discovered during an information system upgrade at Moab Regional Hospital, it was announced during a Wed

“Further background reveals that he knows a couple of top-level police sergeants and judges who’d be more than happy to help him out in exchange for a large donation to their coffers. It makes it very easy to lose evidence. Plus, they could care less about prostitutes and strippers. Who would miss them?” “It’s a bloody travesty.” I look through the file and analyze the information collected. “Mr. Morrison has quite the resume of killings. He started in New Orleans, then made his way to Las Vegas until he ended up here. The git has killed over twenty women, and no one seems to care.” “Yeah, we live in a fucked-up world, but we already knew that. So, do you want it?” I nod my head. “Alright. I