Murder In Waltham Novels & Stories

Crimson color soaked the carpet. The room smelled awful. Walter Newton lay dead, buried in blood, naked with lacerations on both sides of the abdomen and under his lower left breast. They phoned Bates. After Max and Dale looked over the rest of Walter’s house, nobody else appeared. **** Bates called a third meeting the coming morning. Officers’ gathered in the narrow room again. Twenty of them stunned over Walter Newton’s assassination.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

She's a distraction but a delicious one. I head to the front door and knock. It's all quiet inside, but Fynn assured me she'd be home. The witness in Stazek's murder case is named Natasha Whelan, aged fifty-six, widow. Fynn doesn't know her connection to the deceased and didn't have enough time to figure it out. Getting this much was enough.

What I saw made me feel sick. There was a picture of my daughter on the screen. The headline read: "POLITICIAN'S DAUGHTER ARRESTED FOR MURDER." The news reporter was talking fast. "Twenty- two-year-old Lilith Morrell, daughter of politician Beatrice Romano, has been arrested for the murder of Jessica Williams. The victim was a maid who worked for the wealthy Lockhart family." I felt like I couldn't breathe. This was happening too fast. "The murder took place at the old pier last night. Police found strong evidence linking Miss Morrell to the crime," the reporter continued.

"Someone deliberately pulled power from my daughter's pacemaker and blocked her from getting help. That's attempted murder." Hampton's legs buckled. He barely stayed upright. Dr. Perry sucked in a breath and forced a smile. "Let's not say that. They're kids. Maybe it's just... a misunderstanding." He threw Mr. Thompson a desperate look. Too late. Mr. Thompson was already rattled by the four stone-faced guards behind my dad. He pointed with a shaking hand. "Not me! It was Hampton Finch and Lily Rowe! They did it!" Every eye swung their way.

“Helpless and terrified. Watching someone you love suffer and not being able to do anything about it.” “You’re sick.” “No,” he said, still smiling that cold smile. “I’m just thorough. I could’ve taken down Vaughn Corp anytime I wanted, but that would’ve been too fast. I wanted you to suffer slowly, year after year, never knowing where the next hit was coming from.” There was a knock at the door. The police walked in with the warrant. “Jonathan Walsh, you’re under arrest.” He didn’t fight it. Just held out his hands while they cuffed him, still smiling.

Damien stood and grabbed an attendant who turned the volume up. “For those of you who have just joined us. It has just been confirmed that Victor Worthington, disgraced state district attorney for Chicago committed suicide last night. He was found this morning by his lawyer. Mr Worthington was on bail after being arrested for the murder of his assistant, Gerald Francis. During the investigation into this alleged murder, it has been found that Mr Worthington, who comes from one of Chicago’s most prestigious families, has been embezzling funds and taking bribes during his period as district state attorney.”

“Police have not yet identified the suspect responsible for Mr. Hale’s death. However, authorities believe this was carried out by a well-connected, large group of people. The suspects still remain at large.” The footage shifts again to the abandoned warehouse, now surrounded by police tape and flashing lights. My hand tightens on my mug. I know who did this. I may actually be the sole witness to Victor Hale’s murder and yet here I am, standing in the middle of my living room in my pajamas. Shouldn’t I be going to the police? Shouldn’t I be doing the right thing and turn Nikolai in? I curse internally. I rue the day I approached Nikolai.

SOPHIA “Miss Hale, you're under arrest for the murder of Beth Carter. You have the right to a lawyer and anything you say or do will be used for or against you in the court of law” Those were words I never thought I would ever hear but once Damien Locke and Elena were involved, there was no limit to the length they could go just to bury a person. My blood ran cold as Aiden and I stood by the door to the house. The police officers stood before us, their judgemental eyes boring into ours and all I could do was stare in disbelief.

Behind them stood five more, all pacing and agitated. It was the biggest news story of the day. Not only had an internationally-acclaimed vocalist been murdered, right during his debut performance, right in Carnegie Hall—not only had he been murdered in a suspicious way, but things had managed to get even worse. When the police followed up on the only lead they had, when they had visited her apartment, four policemen were killed. To say that things had escalated was to put it mildly.