Novel & Cerita Murder Mystery

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Why was there no evidence at all at the crime scene? “So, the killer made a copy of the key, snuck into the house, and killed three people without leaving a single trace? Plus, he accurately foresaw the time you would arrive and finish everything before you did. He made sure you wouldn’t bump into each other, either.” Jay’s tone held an almost imperceptible hint of mockery. “The data from the autopsy report doesn’t lie. Cynthia clearly died later than the other two, and you had more than enough time to commit the crime. How do you explain that?” Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

They said a wild beast infiltrated our town, which made the Mayor put a curfew on Weekends, because they noticed that a lot of these unusual killings happen on weekends. I'm on a campaign to deliver answers for the people and put an end to all these deaths. Mum, you said deliver answers? You don't believe the killings are animal related? Not at all dearie, I feel there's more to what they are saying to us and I'm going to prove it. Speaking of addressing issues, I'm trying to find someone who lives in this town. Her name is Molly, she's my neighbor's daughter. He hasn't heard from her in days now and he's stressing out. You know this is a little town. Do you have a photograph of her? Yes, I

She stood up and walked with them. She looked at me in a strange way as she passed from beside me. Everyone seemed confused. We sat there for half an hour and later onwards saw a police officer coming out of the building. He came out and said, "Who is Hazel Keith?" I raised my hand. "Can you please come forward?" He said. "Me? Why?" I asked out of confusion. "There's been a murder inside this building of a girl named "Joyce Smith."

As I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way to retrieve my car keys, the news ongoing on the TV turned on filled the otherwise bustling air of the café, the words registering in my mind. ‘…A new murder seems to have resurfaced in New York. Locals are advised to stay on guard and be wary of going around at night as Police are still yet to catch the perpetrator. However, the killing style is said to be peculiar and unlike others before. Police are still on the case though…’

His right hand, which gripped the steering wheel, also bore a scratch. Caitlin kept her composure, though internally, she began to connect the dots. Recently, there had been a series of gruesome murders in New York, targeting young women. The killer would lure them out to the wilderness, only to brutally kill them and dispose of their bodies. The police had been struggling to find any clues, and the killer’s anti-detection skills were exceptional. Caitlin’s mind raced as the taxi continued its route. She took a deep breath and focused her attention.

The soft click of spoons stirring cups served as background sounds. His thick lashes fluttered, confusion flickering in his stern eyes, "What?!" "Ah, i thought you knew earlier.... when you said it was more than a mere coincidence that i was a suspect to two cases. The fact that you're currently hitting a dead end is because you're throwing all your efforts in the wrong direction. This isn't a missing person's case nor is it an abduction.......this is a murder case." - I paused, my fingers drumming on the table's surface. "What you ought to be looking for is a corpse and not a living person?"