Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

The news I heard shocked me. “Around 6:40pm this evening, the police identified the culprit for the murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney and Mary Adele White. The culprit is a middle aged man: Smith Connor the uncle of the diseased agent. The sheriff: Morgan was fatally shot…he died later in the hospital…Chris the accomplice…receiving treatment at Winster county hospital… hard drugs and guns were among the things confiscated at the scene… June Hall reporting.” I knew this instant that I would never escape this, my life may be lost in the process. My fear now is not the detective with a scowl but Smith. I know he would not let me be.

Let me get this straight; he murdered Kasidy in that hotel? ''Ben!'' Miriam yelled, irate and displeased with Ben's remark. ''How could you be mean and say such about an Innocent soul?'' ''Innocent Soul?'' Ben replied startled. ''Babe, you're the inspector of the Vagas County. You and I know quite well Jack murdered Martha McDaniel's brother. How's that innocent?''

The next day, Liam strolled around the building, looking for something suspicious. He got in contact with the Ghost team that was watching Anita since day one. Liam went to the gym that he frequented in the past few days and spotted a few guys working out. He walked into the locker room and encountered the member of the Ghost team, Ian. “I’ve acquired the information you wanted,” Ian said, handing a brown envelope to Liam. “One month ago, there was an increase in murder cases in the town. Although the victims seemed random, the killer shared similarity.”

When the police had no answers, the families went to a higher-up, which just so happens to be me. I tell the families that they were incarcerated, and in good time, they will be informed that their loved one was tragically murdered while behind bars. After the four men were killed by Hex and me, Hex cleaned up the mess and ate the bodies, leaving no evidence behind for authorities. When you’re at the top of the legal food chain, you learn some stuff on how to get away with things.

One of the policemen knocked on my glass screen and I wound down the glass to hear from him. Miss, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Miss Veronica and for human body parts trafficking”. I held my chest, how did they find out about this? I am finished this time. Karma is here

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

A picture of a trash bag appeared on the screen, together with a couple of blurred pixels of blood around it. “The police are now investigating what they have believed to be a murder.” Alice felt her thumping heart slowed. It was scary to think that there might be a murderer out there, but at least, it was not someone she knew. At least, it was not her fault. “That’s terrifying,” Wilson commented as he watched the news with her. “First, it was your friend, then now, this. This town is starting to crawl with dangerous people.” That night, Alice had a hard time sleeping. She shifted on her bed multiple times, she counted sheep and got herself a nice glass of warm milk, but the drowsiness of sl

As happy as he has been in far too long a time. But that happiness does not last once he steps into his living room. Because once again the police are there. Only this time, they are not looking as friendly as they had mere hours before. This time, there is a judgement in their eyes that is aimed solely at Owen. “There has been another murder.” “What?” “We found the body of a young woman out back, past your work shop. In a large, inclosed well house.” The sheriff tells him. “She was raped, beaten and shot through the forehead. Then dumped into the well.”

He reasoned that forty-four million dollars should be able to not only bring him back to business, but also help him establish restaurants in three cities, Los Angeles, Houston and New York. He applied for the loan, and like other borrowers did not consider the clauses in the loan contact, before enthusiastically signing them. A year into the loan duration, he had paid back half of the loan, one month into the second year Lucas was murdered in his home in Miami, in the same fashion as the others, except that it was the little toe in his right leg that was mutilated. Danny took a sip of his coffee, and was about to click open the case file of the fourth victim, when his desk intercom began to