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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.

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

Ó ÒIÕm sorry, what investigation would that be?Ó He felt a little more relaxed now at her laid back attitude. If he was reading her right, she didnÕt suspect him of anything, but how did his name come up? ÒHave you perchance heard of the murder that took place on the outskirts of town a few nights ago?Ó ÒI did yes, but I canÕt say that IÕve heard too much about it. What does this have to do with me?Ó

I said to myself "Now how do I recognise which one is who? '' I kept searching around with my eyes when it landed on a pair of gloves on a table by my right. Thankfully it's new I put on the gloves and dipped my hand in the locker which disgusted me like hell I kept wondering my hand around maybe I'd find a file or document or maybe a piece of paper attached to the corpse that could give me a clue of what I'm looking for after like 30 seconds of thorough searching I felt like an envelope in my hand and I could not just help but thank God. I managed to pull out the document, and I wondered who would keep such documents this far with the corpse after pulling out what I felt was a brown file th

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

Emma said Zach and Alex eyes locked into each other pitiful Like throughout the night I couldn't stop thinking about my sister Sarah Emma added Wait a minute who's Sarah"Zach said surprisingly Alex remembered they didn't actually add that part to their story Immediately Alex and Emma eyes locked into one another You think we should tell him Alex said Zach still looking confuse as fuck "tell me what" Emma nodded in agreement of telling him Alex immediately feed Zach in everything concerning Sarah disappearance That's mess up!!!! Your own father you mean to tell me your father is in agreement of killing and cutting his own daughter open for money Zach said Wickedness that men do Alex added Buh

I can taste blood. Ewwww. I dont like blood. But it’s like I am craving it. Strange. I don’t like bitter things. And especially weird smelling foods or drinks. But my body is responding on its own. It’s like a magnetic pull. Am I dead? "Callum. Wake up". I heard some faint sound. Someone is calling me. But why am I tied up? Why can’t I move? Someone kidnapped me? But why would someone. I don't have anything to offer.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

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.