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There was nothing much, except books. Textbooks, novels, exercise books and manuscript. He briefly went through some of Pearl's unfinished works and smiled. Pearl was the real talent here. He reached for another note book and the first page was boldly written on it, 'THEY MURDERED HER (True life story)'. It was a novel Pearl was writing. Without hesitation, Detective Flynn also took the old diary he found in the last wardrobe. He heard footsteps, someone was climbing the staircase. He knew it was neither the twins nor their father. So he concluded it was a neighbor and continued snooping around.

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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 kept whispering to myself as I looked at the lifeless body of Jason Parker. So that’s where I recognize the blue shirt from. It was open so I could see his chest. Someone had drawn a red heart on it. Same color, same shape. Just like Eddie and Mike. It took me a minute to cope with what I just saw, and when the reality finally hit, I opened my mouth and screamed. *** “So, you just happened to stroll by here and discovered the body?” Detective Baker asked. I nodded. He was looking at me suspiciously as if I was the one who killed him and chopped his lips off. I don’t blame him. This was the third dead guy who happened to be close to me.

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

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.

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.