Murder Mystery Characters Novels & Stories

The apartment was silent except for Charlotte crying and I sat there trying to process everything she'd just told me because two years of believing Sophia had killed herself was crumbling right in front of me and someone in this city had murdered my first wife and walked away free. "Did you tell the police?" I asked one more time just to be sure. Charlotte shook her head. "I was scared, Father told me to stay quiet, said it would destroy the family if anyone knew I was here.” "Can you try and think and describe anything you saw the person wear" I asked Charlotte. Charlotte closes her eyes thinking for a while and said . "Tall. Male. Wearing a dark jacket. And there was something else. A dist

Asked the sub-inspector. "Everything's wrong with this case." "What's it sir?" "I thought this murder is a simple case. But it holds a very dangerous and mysterious conspiracy behind it, as I know who must have done this. This is not a normal murder it's a huge setup," he says. ~~ Dev ~

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

Atty Lewis yelled. "And I am here to do my job. I have found a criminal who found expression in her own writings. She went overboard and tried to play out her own script. Isn't it absurd that her husband was murdered just the same way Brian; one of her characters was murdered? Sandy Mills staged a replica!" Shane fired. "Your claims are based on assertions, detective, I heard that there was no autopsy, so how…" Ruthie began but she was interrupted as Daniel Sawyer was led in.

Besides, she enjoys his company. "You, you're so beautiful. I will never believe you if you tell me that you don't have suitors." "Oh, I have suitors. But I haven't found the man who could make trust completely." --------------- Detective Marvin Sullivan, a seasoned detective famous for his excellent track record. He's been revered by everyone until Salazar Simmon died. Then pretty soon after, another renowned personality was murdered. This has never happened before. Their city has its flaws, like other cities. Crime happens but not like this. Especially not committed by a woman. Sullivan feels like the killer is intentionally leaving a trail of evidence.

Carolyn was head bent pouring over the recent murder case on her hand. The Colosimo's homicide. She hasn't had any real break in the case. It is as if the murderer disappeared into thin air. Her hunch tells her it is Miss Rolland but she couldn't bring herself to believe that the woman she was sleeping with was capable of murder. Though she had noticed some strange behaviors in the woman, how she tends to act different in so many occasions but that doesn't make her a murderer.

The air was tense with the weight of the crime, and the sheriff knew that the town would be shaken by the news of Mrs Hudson's death. "Who do you think murdered her?," Deputy Sheriff Tom asked with a frown irritated and angered by the gruesome murder. Who the fuck sets out to kill an old woman? "I don't know, but I believe this is a different murderer, the murder patterns are different," Sheriff Byod sighed, "Are you certain you didn't find anything in Lucifer's house?" "I didn't," Tommy said, "but I do feel they are somewhat involved, none of this is simply a coincidence,"

he said, “point taken. So far, our suspects are Elroy, Pinkston, Jenkins, and Milston. Have you encountered any additional potential murderers?” “Grant Estes. He was publishing my father’s memoirs. I don’t think he’s involved, but . . .” Jason rolled his muscular shoulders and dropped his head to one side and then the other, as if he were preparing his body for a round of boxing. “So,” he said, “we have a prime suspect, but no hard evidence and a whole cast of characters that could also be guilty.” “You mean you aren’t ready to announce the culprit, Mr. Super-dick?”

Because the person standing at the top of the stairs, the person behind all the murders and chaos, isn't Elder Victoria. It's Connor Davis. Very much alive.

She was in for a long day as well. They were wrapping up on a big case today. A man had murdered his wife, and all they needed was his confession. They had the proof, but the guy’s confession would nail him in court. Elizabeth was good at getting suspects to confess, but this guy was a real piece of work. Classic narcissist with terrible misogyny. He was going to be tough to crack, but she knew her presence alone would rile him up. Hopefully enough for a confession.