Murder By The Book 2018 소설 & 이야기

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 16 . "The book of death?!" Elena repeated Bonnie's words as if she didn't hear what she said the first time. "Yh, the book of death. Now can you please let me decipher this stuff? Your noise is disturbing me" Bonnie said as a matter of fact to Elena who nodded and walked towards the window, wondering why the book of death would be the key. Alex was busy texting Fay and the sound of the keypad was disturbing Bonnie who rolled her eyes and scoffed. She turned to face Alex who noticed her and arched a brow at her.

Harper, Broslin’s black sheep turned cop, was the only other person in the office. “Want some coffee?” he asked Jack as he put down his phone and headed for the coffee machine. “Had too much already. Hey,” Jack called after him. “Any missing persons since I’ve been out?” Harper poured his coffee, then strode back to him, tall and lean, a ladies’ man, if the gossip was to be believed. To his credit, he didn’t parade his women around the office like Joe. Harper liked to keep his private life private. “No one’s gone missing. A single murder all week, early this morning, not ours, over in West Grove. Looks like nephew kept his old-man uncle locked up in a closet, starved him to death while he sp

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

"Mr Powell I told you to stay in there until our backup arrive, what are you doing out here?" "I want to know if this lunatic was the one that murdered my daughter!" Powell replied sternly and squats in front of Dark Blood. He scrolled through his pictures and clicked on her daughter photo and showed him the phone screen, "Take a close look at her, she's in the grave now because a heartless beast like you must have murdered her. Was it really you who did it?" Dark Blood slowly glances up at the phone in front of him and he smirks. "She doesn't look like my taste, if she was my taste I bet I would have been the one to murder her cold-bloodedly.

The smugness alone made my fists curl at my sides. “I know it’s no longer news to any of you that Blackwood didn’t die at Axel’s hands, but he murdered London.” His smile widened when he said it. “Still… I thought you all deserved to see him and his wife for what they really are.” He snapped his fingers. Like they’d rehearsed it a dozen times, Esmeraya gestured, and a man rolled in a projector. The lights dimmed. The screen lit up. A familiar basement. Chains. Screams. Blood. And then—Avery. Weapon in hand. Cutting out his tongue with the coldness of a butcher.

“It was just business—” “No,” I cut him off, my eyes burning into his. “This isn’t business. This is survival.” In one swift motion, I yanked him forward until our faces were inches apart. His breath came in short, panicked bursts. “You tried to poison me in my city,” I whispered, my breath ghosting over his trembling lips. “Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. The restaurant around us buzzed with oblivious patrons, the illusion of normalcy masking the storm about to break.

“I can… watch?” “How else would you learn?” he smirks darkly. “And just so you’re aware, murder in movies is a pretty, sanitized version. In reality, most victims lose control of their bladder and bowels. It’s not just blood.” I gag slightly, the image too much to handle. Ew. Fuck. No book or research ever mentioned that. “How real is too real?” he asks quietly. “I didn’t get this far in my planning,” I admit, feeling the weight of his amused gaze as he laughs, loudly, at my hesitation.

I skimmed through, and my jaw dropped. “They broke into your house and slit your throat?! And Miriam is dead?” She nodded and motioned for the book again. I handed it to her and watched her hands shake even more as she wrote again. By the time she handed it back to me, she was full-on silent-crying. The Red Mafia had beaten Obsidian to death before they shot her friend and slit her throat. And they had taken the paper. “Shit!”

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

The second the officers held up my picture, he snatched it away before they could say a word and giggled. "Wifey... sleep. She was bad. I squeezed her to death..." "Benny! Run!" The old woman let out a piercing scream. The two officers moved fast. Within seconds, Benny was on the ground in cuffs. The yard exploded into chaos. Shouting. Crying. Wailing. I floated silently above it all. My spirit felt lighter again. Like I was about to leave.