Murder In Waltham Novels & Stories

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

"Maria James. Walton's wife." He looked at herand said, “I will take a look at it now.” "Of course," Mr. Thompson said. "But once you do, you will see that we are right about this matter. Walton James is innocent. And Robert Kane is the real murderer." Pierce put the drive in the computer. Maria saw how his face changed, ed and he became angrier; he had been lied to all this time. Ten minutes later…he sat well on his chair and relax

Saying this, he presses ‘play’ on a video streaming on his phone, and the next words hit me like a freight train. “Breaking news!! There is a brand new update on the most high- profile death of this year! The death that had shaken the business world– the owner of the Waverly Group of Industries, the Waverly's had died in an accident almost three months ago. But today, it has been revealed from the City Administration that the crash was a planned murder. Ashley Waverly, daughter of Roman and Irene Waverly has requested the case to be reopened again, and Liam Waverly and Adam Kenston have been arrested as the prime suspects after Miss Waverly has submitted implicating evidence against them.”

Tabitha didn't have a phone, so she had no idea what was going on now. She was making herself a target. "Find out where she went. I'll come over right away," I said as I hurriedly grabbed my coat and left. As I opened the door, several special police officers stood expressionless outside. "Mr. Greenwood, I'm Detective Samuel Hallett from the Homicide Department. We suspect you are involved in a murder case. Please come with us for further investigation."

But she and Kitt used to be friends before, until they met me and the three of us became friends. "Kitt, Is there any news on the murder case of a woman last week? Who's working on it?" I asked Kitt. "Oh, Mike is the lead Detective assigned to that case. But until now there is no evidence yet to point to the culprit," answered Kitt, who didn't even bother to look at me because she was busy fiddling with her computer. That one is hardworking.

In a split second, blood poured from his mouth, and with a loud thud, he collapsed to the ground. Altham glanced up with all his might, realizing what had happened. An arrow was embedded in his neck, and another was embedded in his head. The fact that he didn't pass away right away surprised everyone. The last thing Altham saw was the face of a devastated Maruk running in his direction before he lost all sensation. "Altham!" "I-I can't-I can't die." Vice Chief Altham had been assassinated. "Who is it? Humans are scum! Show yourselves!" Maruk screamed angrily.

Walters. In the end, both Chrissy and Aldrich died from their injuries, and Dr. Walters was also arrested and sent to prison. He would soon be put on trial for the sins he had committed. The news then showed footage of the crime scene. All signs of life had long left Aldrich's face. What was left was just the messy aftermath of the crime scene that the police had cordoned off with police tape. I turned off the TV calmly and walked over to the windows. The tulips outside the window were in full bloom. They swayed gently in the breeze, their scent wafting gently into my room.

Unknown POV "Another inhuman incident occurred on May 24, 2021, between 12:30 and 2:30 A.M. The victim, identified as Mr. Andrew Wilkins, 24, a landscape architect, was brutally murdered in cold blood in a desolate location by puncturing his chest and shoving away his heart by an unknown repulsive suspect. According to the police department, this has been the 17th reported murder from the same culprit ever since these mysterious killings has started 6 months ago.."

My eyes desperately scanned the page, as I did my best to locate the information that I was desperately looking for, my eyes fogging with tears, clouding my vision, causing it to go hazy. I needed an explanation. I needed some answers. And then I found them. It said that her and her two children were shot dead in their apartment near Wilmslow Road, also known as the Curry Mile, a place in Manchester. I could feel my blood run cold. She had two beautiful children… And they were robbed of their lives. Robbed of their lives by thugs. She had her whole life ahead of her… She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. I took deep breaths in and out, doing my best to stay calm, and stop myself from hav

People with ordinary problems and ordinary days, completely unaware that somewhere inside their city a woman had been murdered and buried beneath an official report and a polished public statement while the people responsible continued their lives without consequence. I picked up my phone. The news from last night was still open on the screen. Victor Hale. Circumstances surrounding death under investigation. I had recognized the name the moment it appeared. It was the same name attached to the financial account I had been three days away from tracing when my life in this city was quietly taken apart around me. Victor Hale was dead. Which meant someone was still cleaning up, still removing th