Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

Amber immediately began rummaging through the bedside table and the closet. At the same time, I called the middle-aged officer who had come to see me the day after Halloween. He had given me his number. "Hello, this is Beau Cantrell. You came to my office the other day to ask about Amber's case. "Right now, we're trapped at home with the killer. My address is Unit 403, Building 3, Riverside Apartments!" There was no hesitation on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way." The call disconnected, but my heart was still pounding in my throat.

He accepted but told me to work from home. I have to work from home. He doesn't have to tell me before I do that. We are talking about my best friend here. I texted Alex immediately to bring in my stuff plus information from the phone. I have to check it out. Been done with housework and various calls, I spent the whole day looking for witnesses and checking out the video surveillance to help with the case. Unfortunately, there were no witnesses. No one knows what really happened. Apparently, the murder took place in a deserted area. At a corner of a street.

"I told you it was her! Officers, why aren't you arresting her?" Leon finally "broke down". His eyes turned bloodshot. "Officers, I-I don't want to believe it… but the evidence is right there. My grandma raised me since I was a boy…" His voice cracked, and his shoulders trembled slightly. The onlookers in the hallway began throwing pitying glances his way. "That poor guy. His wife murdered his grandma." "Karma will catch up to her. A toxic woman like that deserves to rot in prison." The police officer turned back to me, his tone strictly professional. "Ms. Spencer, the evidence we have now is heavily stacked against you.

“What, no blood or nothing?” “Didn’t I just say they found nothing? Are you even listening to me? Why would they find any blood?” “I dunno, I just thought . . . maybe there’d been a gangland killing or something.” “Gangland killing, fucking listen to him.” Aflie shook his head and sneered. “Yeah,” said Tim. “Maybe he’s worried they’ll find out he rubbed ’em all out.” “That’s right,” said Alfie. “Regular fucking Lepke B this one, one man Murder Inc.”

THE MORRIS HOUSE. Vivian is cooking in the kitchen. Ethan as gone to school, and Harrison to God’s knows where. So she was all alone. She was done cooking and turned of the stove. Then heavy banging came from the door. She frowned her brows as she watch her brows. “I’m coming.”She yalled and walked to the door. Immediately she opened it her face dropped. “Officer’s?”She called with confusion. “You are under arrest for attempted murder.”

Kevin and I were both die-hard horror fans. We’d once argued for three straight days over the ending of a niche film. In that movie, the protagonist entered a string of numbers at the very end, unlocking his only way out. I tried it. “19870521.” Victoria typed it in. With a soft click, the drive unlocked. Inside were neatly organized folders. [Evidence of William’s Bribery] [Evidence of Ethan’s Embezzlement] [The director’s Affair Scandal] I sucked in a sharp breath.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

Aiden attempted to explain. "How are they going to justify the murders?" Sydney inquired. "Rob murdered Emily because she was about to divulge their sabotage attempt. Will and Marilyn kill Rob after he attempts to flee. In the crossfire, Marilyn, Will, and Eric are killed. That is the official report from Detective Conan. I'm not a big fan of lying."He sighed deeply. "But we don't have any other options." "I understand Aiden, and it wasn't your fault," she answered kindly.

Bernice The news hit like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the financial world and beyond. I stared at the TV screen in disbelief as the crisp-voiced anchor delivered the story that would dominate headlines for weeks to come. "In a shocking turn of events, Aaron Miller, founder and majority shareholder of the Miller Group, along with his wife Elina Miller, have been taken into custody by the FBI in connection with a 13-year-old murder case," the anchor announced, her perfectly coiffed hair barely moving as she leaned forward slightly. "Sources close to the investigation reveal that the couple is accused of poisoning Aaron Miller's first wife, Doris Miller, in what appears to be a care

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa