Romans & histoires Murder Mystery Stories To Solve

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

“A bit of a dilemma.” “Yes, it is a bit.” I put my arms around her and pulled her into my body. “I don’t know whether I’m looking at a murder made to look like a suicide, or a suicide made to look like a suicide.” “I’m confused,” she said. “So am I,” I said pulling away and cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. “So where do you start?” Kimberley asked. “At the scene of the crime,” I replied. “The Fuentes family home.”

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

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."

The murder cases and the bodies turning up almost every two weeks now and yet despite the clues and hints, it was taking the police and the detectives almost forever to crack it or at least get something out of it. It was getting frustrating. He was getting frustrated. The clues were there, visibly there and the links were tight, he wanted this case cracked because he wanted this game to come to an end faster. He had been having fun earlier but now he just wanted this to be wrapped up fast. He did enjoy the killings which was somehow strange because one of the reasons he had chosen his primary weapon being strychnine poisoning was because he wanted his hands clean of blood but Clarissa had s

He repeated without taking the blanket held in her outstretched hand. As she turned, she still shielded her eyes. Peeking through to make sure he was not lying, she dropped her hand when she seen him clothed, at least his lower half anyway. "So what is so important you needed to talk about?" He asked. "I'm a Private Investigator and I've been working on a case for weeks now with no clue as to who the suspect is or how the deaths were related. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what was really going on. All the victims were drained of blood and had their throats ripped out. I've just now realized that it was vampires that are killing at random. I need your help to eliminate who ever ha

Chapter 13 The apartment was really dark and gloomy as Antonio schemed the area of the first murder. He searched for any missing clues they missed prior. There was nothing there. The case was going cold. He was starting to lose hope he would ever be able to find the killer. The only clues he had to go on were a rose left at the scene each time. The victims were all of different ages and ethnicities. Without the rose no one would’ve been able to place the murders together. What was he missing?

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

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'm really sorry miss, I didn't see you,’Alma apologized profusely, it was good that the cup was tight and the hot coffee didn't spill on her. "Can't you watch where you are going you filthy human," Lena said and walked off without looking back. Alma was astonished why she would refer to her as a human but her attention was drawn to the screen where an image of Damien and that of his father was being shown. Up until then they hadn't captured the two. Several mysterious murders which added up to two thousand in the last one year could finally be resolved as the mystery behind it was now unravelled. The news anchor also spoke about the survivor of the ordeal who was still receiving treatment a