Murder In The Yoga Store Novels & Stories

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

"If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out." My girlfriend, Kaylee Dishman, was gentle by nature. At work, she was approachable and well-liked by everyone. How could she possibly be a killer? The woman in front of me looked deathly pale, as though all the color had been drained from her face. She didn't seem the least bit surprised by my reaction. "You'll believe me eventually," she said. "You're a man of conscience." Her gaze slowly drifted to the plaque on my office wall. "Your girlfriend won't be coming home tomorrow night. She's going to dispose of a body." After saying that, she got up and left.

Maisy raised his hand, pointed his index finger at the cop car, and said, "Bang" Mary paused under an overhang and felt for the cigarettes, reassured herself that they were there, and remembered the instructions. Press the logo three times, leave the pack next to some paper products, and take a walk. Simple. Mary remembered Dario and they had murdered him. The memory brought tears to her eyes. She straightened her shoulders and headed for the corner. Zuon Inc. owned all sorts of business enterprises - not the least of which was a chain of convenience stores such as the one across the way.

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

Then, out of nowhere, news flashed on my TV screen, with a very familiar setting. "Janet Houston, 26, was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. Aside from her heart, no valuable belongings were reported missing from her apartment," the news reporter announced on-air. What?! Except for her heart, no valuable items were reported missing from her apartment?!! What type of heinous monster would commit such a thing? And to think it was done so casually to a helpless woman? I swallowed uneasily when I realized the crime scene was only a few feet from Athena's house.

That moment came when Damien got involved in a murder case. A local businessman refused to cooperate with Damien. That businessman owned a large gold store in the city center. Damien wanted to protect that store in exchange for a monthly percentage of the profits. The businessman refused. Damien sent thugs to "teach him a lesson." But the thugs went too far. The businessman was found dead in his car, his throat slit, tens of millions of dollars missing from his bag.

She trembled slightly but quickly returned to her calm demeanor. Immediately, under the shock of everyone, Mrs. Zonder slowly stood up and admitted. "I was the murderer.” Finn was at a loss. This ending was somewhat different from what he expected. Mrs. Zonder confessed her motive for the murder. "I’ve been working in Sycamore Annex for many years and was mainly responsible for Ms. Josie's diet and daily life. I have a strong affection for Ms. Josie. That night, it was the middle of the night when I saw Hiroshi assaulting Ms. Josie. My hate for Hiroshi crept up on me and the malicious intent was formed—"

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

Asides from a few calls from my parents and facetiming Shayne, nothing else happens in my life. “ ……. at the convenience store on Walmart street , the cctv inside the store is said to be faulty but the one just outside the store caught the back view of the proposed killer who was the only one to have entered and come out of the store at the time of death. The suspected killer is said, according to what is in the footage, to be dressed in a red hoodie and………………”

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?"