Novel & Cerita Moriarty

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

Instead, he looked directly at the camera with an expression so cold and calculating that it sent an uncomfortable chill through me. Arthur's face lost what little color remained. "I know him," he whispered. The confession immediately drew everyone's attention. Detective Morris straightened, clearly sensing the importance of Arthur's reaction, while Aliya looked up from the photograph without saying a word. Arthur stared at the image for several long seconds before rubbing a weary hand across his face. "His name is Victor Hale," he finally said. "Margaret always described him as an investor, but that was never the truth." His voice became quieter with every sentence. "Victor financed operati

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Lorena Athenarose Ganlasa, also known as Lory, is a talkative and clumsy woman who unexpectedly encounters a familiar yet mysterious man, Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, an ex-military captain and the head of the Italian-Russian Mafia known as La Nera Bratva, one of the most feared crime syndicates. Phoenix is a close friend of Dark Smith and a notorious sniper. He is aloof, timid, and dangerous.

"How can you forget Volkan? The pack's slu* who else? She even lied saying you pardoned her crime." "Who..who are you talking about Charlotte? I didn't have such orders!" "Oh really....she was a thin girl with boring brown eyes....her long hair were unusual..other than that she was average." Long hair ....brown eyes...no...it can't be! "What...what was her name...hmm something with T....yaa... Thora" I go still my grip on her loosening. The feeling...it was telling me this....it was Thora...it always was her....sh**!

In many ways, Mr Navpreet made a perfect Dr Watson, the guy who chronicled Sherlock’s pursuits, which in this case was the inspector himself. ‘Yes, the evidence is damning,’ agreed the inspector, leaning back on his chair, with the coffee mug in his hand. ‘Almost everybody has an alibi between 5.10 and 5.15, except Anubhav. But, the thing with circumstantial evidence is that it is always tricky. It might point towards one particular person but if you change your point of view a little, it can point towards a different person altogether. But, I must confess – at this juncture everything points towards Anubhav.’ He paused, sipping his coffee, ‘There is a saying in the army, if your attack is g

What's the matter of being straight forward if the Detective is already wearing that unfriendly frown on his forehead. "What do you mean gone?" Detective Won almost growled at him with his gritted teeth. "Jacob Morales, Tommy Madison, George Lee and Justine Adrian are fake names. They were never part of the authorities. The files that they passed to us were all fake even the seal. We contacted the Queensland police department and they confirmed that those four bastards aren't registered. Jacob Morales living in Australia is in Canberra and a 57 year old owner of a shoe store. The Justine Adrian in Australia lives here in Queensland but he's only a 7 year old grade school student. And there a

At this point, I need something big to distract me. Logan chuckles as he extends his tablet in my direction and hands it to me. “Meet Gorrin Morrison. Gorrin owns several luxury hotel chains across the country. However, he has a penchant for prostitutes and strippers. Unfortunately, it’s not just to have sex with them. I guess he’s a modern-day Jack the Ripper. He likes to pick them up, bring them home, and cut them up before eating their organs. It’s bloody and grotesque. The Confradia only knows about him because he was caught on tape with several of the women. Unfortunately, the tapes miraculously disappeared after he was taken in for questioning,” he mutters.

Her boss had warned her about her tardiness, and she had a feeling that today would be her last warning. She parked her car around the corner from the bar and combed her fingers through her unruly red hair. Satisfied, she raced inside. Morris looked up as she entered the bar and shook his head. He was a short Italian man with a bald spot no one dared to mention. He also had a penchant for being handsy with the waitresses. They knew he had ties to some very bad people, so they kept their distance and let him do as he pleased.

“Exactly. Whoever he is, he’s careful. Whoever set this up knows how to erase footprints. This isn’t a random investor. He’s someone who knows how we operate. And he is someone who has a close eye within the council, if not elsewhere as well.” I leaned back, staring at the file, the blank paper that somehow weighed heavier than a full one. A clean ghost. That was worse than a known threat. “Keep looking,” I said finally. “If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And