Novel & Cerita Murder Mystery For Adults

This is the second time I'm a suspect on a murder case, and not just any murder case, murder case of my best friend. Don't you just love life?

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

It was a scary feeling. Thankfully watching the man that she had spent the day with, the man that she really liked, getting thrown into a police cruiser was enough to snap her out of her daze. Then she went to get him from the police station, which was a new experience for her. Now, they were going all Scooby-Doo gang trying to solve the mystery of the motel murderer. The were making list, compiling evidence and so on. But who better than them? He is an expert in serial killers having been raised by one and she is an expert busy body, having been raised by one and having made it into a career.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

“Zhedya Hunter. You are under arrest for the murder of Steven Andrew, also known as ‘the Ghost.’” Zhedya didn’t startle. He didn’t even stand up. He simply leaned back in his massive leather chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. A slow, chilling smile touched his lips. It wasn’t a smile of fear or surprise. It was a smile of dark, profound amusement. “Is that so?” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “I’ll need to call my lawyer, of course.” Miller stepped forward, planting his hands on the expensive desk, invading Zhedya’s space.

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

I kiss her on the face and she reciprocates. "See you tomorrow." Laura. **** I remember playing in the Garden when the phone rang inside the mansion and the maid brought the phone to my aunt. Although she was still very small only five years I knew there was something wrong with the look her uncle’s wife threw at me the moment she heard what the other person said on the other side of the line. "This is confirmed?" Lúcia. "Okay." Lucia said after hearing the answer on the other side. Without taking her eyes from me. When she finally hung up the phone said:

While Cindy walking headed to Geneva's room she saw a picture frame, picture of Geneva's mom with a man, She stared at the picture because the face of the man cutted in the picture only his body can sees, She stared at the hand of that man, she saw a same watch as her father but she doesn't mind it anymore, "It's not make sense, he was not my father." She said and she put the frame back, Geneva's mother staring at Cindy with her sorry face, she remembered the accident she was done in the past and Geneva didn't know anything, "Aunt, my mom asks if she could meet you one time she was curious how pretty Geneva's mom is," "She invited you to her birthday she asked me that weeks ago." Cindy said,

Whoever was behind it knew exactly how to get under his skin, and it was working. He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, taking a long drag exhaling slowly as smoke curled around him like fog. He stared out of the window until the cigarette burned down to the filter. Somewhere in that city, someone was playing games with him using ghosts from his past as bait. And if that was the case, he’d play along. But this time, he’d be the one setting the trap. Nikolai turned from the window and walked to the table. He grabbed his coat, a gun and car keys from the desk.