Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

The next morning Rose was in a rush to finish her daily chores before opening the bakery, after that she has an appointment with Alex, that’s why she couldn’t able to pay attention to the early morning news which was traveling in a whole city like a wildfire. Alex was also in his beautiful world of preparation for the next date, and couldn’t able to catch up with the latest news. ‘This is the third murder by Red Rose. It’s so pathetic that a criminal killed a police officer.’

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

Put kindly, strong on the outside, soft on the inside. Put less kindly, a coward pretending to be tough. As her gaze wandered, he asked the first question. “Did the insomnia begin after you became a police officer?” When had it started? Her first murder case. No. Had it been a suicide? She did not want to remember. That case had hurt so much that she had pushed it out of her mind. She had struggled with insomnia ever since. “Yes.” Once again, he waited patiently for her to speak. “The truth is, I’m weak. A coward.”

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.

Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they die not from the stab of a knife but from the horror of betrayal. ‘ Who could have done something so heinous like this?’, she cried in anger. Her eyes blazed fire and her hair was flying everywhere. ‘ Who saw it first?’ A girl came forward from the crowd of servants and people. She was shivering in fear. ‘ When I came to arrange the dishes of food and to call out our guests, I saw him lying here already dead. I cried in fear’. No one had seen the murderer. None but Argus knew what had happened. He knelt down beside Selene and took hold of her. She buried her head on his chest and broke down into a rush of fresh tears.

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.

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

"As for what brought you here today... I can only tell you this: the path you are walking is one shrouded in darkness and mystery, a deep labyrinth. You must solve the case before you by going further down the rabbit hole. Only then can you truly fulfil your destiny." Danny’s shock was a physical blow. An old love? His mind seized on a single memory: Alex. His first love. Alex had been brutally murdered two years ago, the case file gathering dust and despair in some forgotten police precinct storage room. Danny had seen the body identified; he had stood by the casket at the funeral. He wondered if this woman saw a connection—a horrible, impossible thread connecting his destiny to a grave tha