Murder By The Book Lauren Elliott 소설 & 이야기

I remarked, and she scoffed. “Lauren told me that it was Vincent who found her when she was having an episode. So, nope. Vincent wasn’t the trigger.” She replied firmly. “I am glad that you are her friend, Joyce, but this is something that you shouldn’t know. The danger we always sensed around her is ……. Is far more dangerous than we had anticipated,” I spoke in a soft but firm voice, trying to make her understand that more information can put her life in danger. “Do you know that the assassin Lauren killed was from a cult on the dark web?” she asked me while tilting her head a little.

Eliot snapped, though his heart suddenly grew anxious. "You are under arrest for the rape and murder of Victoria Miller."

“She said you were the one who shot Nelly and saved me.” Confusion was etched on his face like he didn't remember. Darren leaned his head forward, his eyes raking over my countenance. “Wait, what?” “Nelly Morano,” I repeated. “You were at her father’s hotel the day she was supposed to get married to Axel. And you saved me by shooting her before she pulled the trigger at me, right?” Darren’s shoulders sagged. He brushed the sweat off his nose with his fingers, taking a deep breath before returning to me.

She was unaware of what none could have predicted—that the gunshot her father fired had not disappeared into the darkness. Miles away, it fell from the heavens and struck Luca Moretti, the ten-year-old son of Matteo Moretti, the most dreaded mafia boss in the nation. The boy’s laughter echoed across the yard for a moment before his small frame collapsed to the ground in silence. One bullet had sent the De Luca family on a path to devastation. The next evening, Catalina swept bits of broken glass from the living room floor. Her movements were routine, her mind numb as she tried to tidy up the wreckage of another of her father’s drunken tantrums.

Miriam had unknowingly solved the murder of Lynette Stone. Sandra gathered the book and hurried into the office to find Creighton absorbed in his work, his laptop opened on the desk in front of him, his long fingers intertwined beneath his chin as he stared at the screen. He looked up as she nearly ran to the desk, her face ashen and her breathing labored as though she had been on one of her famous runs. “You have to read this,” she panted, setting the book in front of him.

“I read it here before about a case. Your case, Cassidy, is rare. Extremely rare.” “Yes, it is. I’m obviously aware of that.” Zarion drew a breath and Elliot’s eyes and mine met, a silent nod reflected that he’s very much aware that Zarion was aware of that too. Elliot flipped the pages of the book, written in a language I did not bother to understand. Not even a single try.

Seconds later a police siren filled the quiet night before Camille was whisked away into the police car, her hands and clothes filled with the incriminating evidence of the murder she just committed. The night was finally calm, but at Dantez mansion, a room was suffocating with the wrath of one man who drowned his anger in whiskey. Two bottles lay on the table and the third one was underway. His men must have known that he couldn't take the betrayal and had tried to delay him in acquiring the footage. But now that it was within his grasp, he had to deal with them according. Eliot shook his head slightly as though ridding himself of the alcohol before he tapped onto his computer. His fingers

It was like those horror movie scenes where the possessed person turns their head in an unnatural speed to a super creepy angle that causes their hair behind your neck to rise. I was surprised I didn't hear a loud crack from her. I raised my hands up in surrender as quickly as she had turned her head to stab me with her glare before she actually murders me. Anyone who knows Casey knows not to mess with her book collection, unless they want to end up dead in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. That girl does not joke about her books. When she finally secured her book and redirected her focus back to it instead of me, I knew I wouldn't have to worry about questions being rained down on me.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

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