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.

The line connected. I drew on every ounce of strength I had left in this life and let out a piercing scream into the receiver. "Help! Somebody help! My brother-in-law's gone insane! He just killed my husband!" The police arrived in minutes. The scene was flawless. I curled up in the bathroom corner, blood splattered across my clothes, half-dried and sticky. Only when I heard the knock of authority did I unlock the door. Two officers dragged Jayden out. His body sagged like it had been stripped of bones.

I nodded slightly to assure him that I understood what he said and I’d be fine. “We’re going in now.” He announced and I braced myself for the action that’d take place inside that store. But I never thought of the unexpected surprises that I could face in there. ~ A lot of men were down and I didn’t think I’ve ever seen dead bodies as much as I’ve seen right here in the space of twenty minutes. Every living being in the store house had been brought down before we stepped in with Ryan. Ryan, who had taken the form of a blood thirsty stranger within the twinkle of an eye, had his shirt sleeves rolled up and a pistol in his grip that I wondered how he got hold of it and how I didn’t even notice

" 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-

KILLIAN Special Agent Samuel Brooks cautiously scanned every detail as Gunner, him, and I watched the horrifying footage of Yan Hao's murder. It was my third time watching it, but my stomach churned nonetheless. It was an execution. Two men dressed in black, with black caps obscuring most of their faces, dragged a beat-up man to the back of an industrial building. Yan Hao, dressed in an elegant black three-piece suit, stepped out of the car and walked over to his victim. The beat-up man's mouth opened as he said something to Yan Hao. The recording had no sound, but none of us had any doubts this was his plea. The man begged for his life as Yan Hao's two minions pushed him to his knees. Yan H