Murder Mystery Story Novels & Stories

I shook my head and realised that this is getting more intense by the second, “I hadn’t realised so Doc, that’s the reason we have you here, to help me solve the mystery “- I said whilst walking up to her, I held out my hand and gave her hand a firm handshake. “We need an autopsy done as soon as possible, we might not be able to identify him but we can at least find out the cause of his death, anything that would help us figure out where the Hudson twins are or who has taken them.” I said to Dr Leslie, she looked up from her note pad and gave me a nod. I think the kidnappers jammed the knife in his chest to distract us from something else, something that we would find out from this corpse af

' 'See me at nine - bring coffee and cake. I’d started the day having to consider if my friends were murderers. Something in the story still didn’t add up. Was it possible Sid knew nothing about the events before the police told her? Was Vera truly clueless at that moment when my father phoned to announce the bloodbath at the cottage? Her behaviour made me believe she already knew the Walkers were dead. Was I being duped by a couple of crooks? I didn’t think so, but doubts kept returning. If they had contrived this whole plot to rid themselves of a blackmailer with a habit, was my life in danger, too?

- The redhead watched the Commander from afar, and whispered so that only he would hear his own words. During that day of work the young Petter was literally bogged down in old cases, she tirelessly tried to solve all those dusty files, because it was the least she could do for the victims, justice and bring tranquility to the hearts of relatives. As she charged herself deeply and gathered some information, the phone on her desk rings. Finally, it was the answer she had been waiting for. - Commander Petter, I managed to unravel the mystery of Andy’s murder, but I don’t think what I have to say will please you very much. - Report to the CSU from across the line.

Alex and Victoria just shrugged, as if they really had no idea how to answer Liam's question. "How stupid of me to ask! It's obvious that this is a closed case! The secret is there! Isn't that right, Paul?" Liam shouted, asking Paul to justify himself. "Yes, it is. This is a mystery we have to solve. I'm sure that if we can solve the mystery of the murder in this closed room, we can solve the case that is causing a stir in the city. Because generally the cause of death is the same, it's just that this victim did not have his internal organs removed". Paul replied.

The mysterious murder had ignited a spark of curiosity in him at the expense of revealing his worst side. “Whosoever it's that's doing this has done it before. The style of murder could be traced back to a decade ago. It is unclear to us why he's returned but, after he gets rid of his victims, he leaves with an axe head on their wrist. Does this ring any bells?” Graeme Clough asked in the most curious of tone. Darron shook his head slowly. “No, not any that I can remember, but if…” “Hold on a minute.” Graeme Clough interrupted, answering his phone.

“It was murder. Cold blooded murder.” My eyes, which were laid her way averts to my palm. I’m not playing with father’s zippo anymore and I can feel the thirst in my veins. “So these boys grew, a messed up yet catered for life and forged their way to an already existing, laid out powerful path. They allied with fellow families and dug out every single thing needed to know about this murderer. They found out she had eloped. Had children and a loving, living husband.” Even from here, I notice her posture change. I can feel the tension building up and some sense of awareness as my words prolong. Good. Just what I want. Very good. “They found out where she lives. Where every member of her famil

"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."

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."

“Wha… How do you remember her? It’s been over twenty years, hasn’t it? And please don’t tell me it is because you have a good memory.” Daniel drops the photo and looks up. “It is not something I am proud of but let me tell you a story.” Grey leans back, having all the time in the world to come to the end of the case that has been puzzling him for almost a full month now. Just to find the person who murdered a man, he is going to so much lengths, into the stories of others that is probably all just connected and weaved together like an African mat.

His hands shake, and his eyes blur for no reason. He closed his eyes to give them a quick rest, then held the bridge of his nose, "In every mystery, there’s a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. But this puzzle seems to have other pieces that belong somewhere else but where?" Gertrude's brow rose, then asked in a curious tone, "Why do you think that?" "In a normal murder case, what are the basic things to consider?" He asks. "The victim. The suspect. The motive." She responds