Murder In Waltham の小説・ストーリー

he replied calmly. The policeman in the lead nodded, then explained, "We have. According to our records, the man who attempted to kill you just now was named Gonzales Jones, and he's none other than the killer responsible for the murder of the Nolans in Westbrook, the mass murder that shook the entire country seven years ago. He murdered over twenty-seven people from the entire Nolan family clan, and he has been on the run from the Westbrook Police Department ever since. However, ever since then, he vanished into thin air, and no trace of him could be found. Who would have thought that he would emerge again here in Drunham City seven years later?"

He looked down at the handle protruding from his chest, then back up at Andrew with an expression of almost childlike confusion. The police officers who had come along with William immediately stepped forward, their training taking over as they secured the scene. They walked over to Richard's still form and checked his vital signs with professional efficiency. After a few tense moments, one of the officers looked up and shook his head grimly. Richard was dead. The lead detective, a stern-faced woman with graying hair, approached Andrew with handcuffs already in her hands. "You're under arrest for murder Andrew Luther." The words hit the warehouse like a physical blow, and Sarah felt her worl

The police immediately provided all the information he got via radio call. “All units, I found murder suspect Vincent Cox wandering down Walter's Street. I repeat! He's roaming Walter's Street! I need immediate medical assistance; there are new victims!”

He reacted to the news like a kid in a candy store. Mr. Dorman said, “We’ve chosen you because of your track record with that actress. Wil has discovered that there’s a third victim in J.T. Mackenzie’s case. She’s worried about becoming the next.” Domie sat down across the table from me, and I updated him with the details of the murders. As a homicide suspect, Richard wasn’t allowed to leave town. Now that police were digging into Irene’s disappearance, there was a chance he’d be arrested and held without bail. I hoped it wasn’t true. I wished that I were wrong. But I wouldn’t share that with the partners.

Agent Torres took notes, occasionally asking for clarification, her expression growing grimmer with each detail. "Sarah Walsh," I said, my voice catching on the name. "The woman who helped me. Did you, was her death really suicide?" Agent Torres hesitated. "The autopsy results were inconclusive. But given everything we've learned about Willowbrook's operations, we're treating it as a homicide investigation." So Sarah had been murdered. Just like I'd suspected. "We're building cases against everyone involved," Agent Torres continued. "The doctors, the administrators, the guards. They'll all face charges. Human trafficking, conspiracy, false imprisonment, assault, murder. The list goes on."

The soldiers around us immediately raise their guns back at him. “Don't act funny. General Lane’s sister will not die here today or anywhere we are present in.” Math says with so much confidence. “Your fingerprints have also been found on the forks and the knife that was used to kill James. It's an unauthorized killing, so you will be charged with manslaughter.” Wes looks at himself. It's clear his life is crumbling down right in front of his face. The one thing I was hoping not to happen is exactly the one thing that's happening to him.

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.