Murder In The Yoga Store Novels & Stories

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

[“The incident took place in the We.X hotel during Mr. Lawrence Lozano’s birthday party. A middle-aged man, whose identity is still unknown, was found dead inside the hotel’s bathroom near the event hall. Investigation revealed that it is a murder case, but the murderer and the killing intent is still in the process for investigation. Police has already arrived at the scene. While we are stilling waiting for the result of the investigations, guests showed their disappointment and sorrow for this tragedy. For now, this reporter Harold Griffin, reporting. Back to you, John.” The camera man of the reporter put his equipment down. “I thought you are in your day off. But you ran here as fast as y

He turned back to the screen, stretched his hands, and jumped. He waved his hand up and down trying to block his atrocious deed, even though the screen was very large. He rushed toward the media personnel at the front and pushed as many as he could, dragged a camera and smashed it. But it was already too late, as more media personnel had already lined up in the front, taking photos and videos, which were being live streamed. He was still turning violent when the officers walked in. "Mr. Yuka," They called his attention. "You're under arrest for the murder of your wife, Mrs. Agnes Storm." One of them said.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

"Poor Lily," "I am sorry. I am really sorry to interfere but what's going on? Everyone seems on edge today." I had spoken before I realised that I was the one who asked a question. The blonde lady turned to me, taking a sip of her coffee before flashing me a sad smile. "The storekeeper at the Volxe was found dead in the store this morning. The cause of her death isn't sure yet. Some are saying it's suicide and other people think it was a murder," she explained.

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

As soon as she changes the channel to local news, a few words catches her attention. On the screen, the female anchor is broadcasting, "Last night, a citizen in Bamboo Apartment was poisoned by knockout drops and fainted. The suspect was intended to break into the house and murder. The suspect used a modified injector and injected vaporous knockout drops through the door. The police also found the dagger, silent pistol and other weapons from the suspect. The case is complicated and confusing. The police preliminary believe that it is revenge murder. The case is currently under further trail. The victim was rescued by her friend in time and is now out of danger..." Next is citizen interview.

And there, in the center of the frame, was Victor Kaine. He was standing over a man tied to a chair. The man was begging. Pleading. I couldn't hear the audio, but I could read his lips: Please. I have a family. Please. Victor's expression was cold. Detached. He pulled out a gun. The man kept begging. Victor shot him. Once. Clean. Professional. Then he walked away, leaving the body slumped in the chair. The video ended. I sat there, staring at the frozen final frame. Victor's back as he exited the warehouse. A killer. A murderer. Caught on camera.

he added and I brought my hands to my line of vision, my eyes widening. He was right about my claws. They were protruding from my flesh. "What made you so upset?" He asked. "I saw the woman who murdered my parents," I told him and he frowned. "Are you sure about that?" "Didn't you see her? She was standing by the ornamental store, wearing a white dress and a white hat," I said and his frown deepened. "Rhea, there was no one there." "What?" I breathed, confused. "I was watching you. Infact, I was following you. I saw you stop and stare at the ornamental store. Then..." He said and pointed at my hands.

" Case #2: Elizabeth Marie Kohler, thirty-seven-year-old manager at a Duane Reade drugstore in Queens. Shot to death in an apparent robbery, found by employees at the rear entrance when they got to work at 8:30 A.M.. Police initially thought she'd been killed by an assailant who waited for her to arrive to steal narcotics. Something went wrong, he fired, she fell, he ran. The bullet was a .38 caliber, one shot to the temple at close range. No surveillance video, no useful fo-