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"Okay, okay. Well, the nickname first came to me because of a book I have read. You know the one with the psychopath that killed his victims every midnight." Jasmine frowned in distaste. Is this girl courting death? Why would she name a stranger after a psychopath? "The one you kept calling your baby? That died in the end and you mourned him for a whole week?" Ryder nodded. "He was precious and adorable and didn't deserve all that happened to him. My baby deserved all the love in the world." She stubbornly defended a psychopath from a book. The book was written by the same author that had written "The Ashen Soul" that she was currently reading, titled "Who Killed Midnight". This book was one

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“If you steal anything we are both dead, “I whispered to him as we were led upstairs. “I wouldn’t. “ He said and for the first time, he sounded genuine. Stange boy. And I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact I had picked him up from the streets. I was sure his parents were dead and no one was looking for him, but why did I help him? I knew why years later and this was the best thing I had done in my life, but then- all I knew was this boy was not like the others. He was never afraid and he talked too much. He also got on my nerves too much, but I also felt I was getting used to him.

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

I wait patiently, glancing between them both before Jake finally speaks — "Tobias and I know a few people who can get rid of it. They completely destroy all evidence so don't worry about that Muffin." I slap a hand over my mouth, realisation finally dawning on me. "I'm a murderer. I'm going to go to prison." I whisper, the sickening feeling settling inside my stomach. "I'll be locked up for years and used as someone's play thing," I gasp and Tobias glances at Jake, his eyes shining with humour. Jake lets out a chuckle followed by Tobias.

We had gathered all we needed to bury Sylvester's body. Margret had called her mother explaining to her that everything was fine. Everything was going according to plan. You might probably be wondering how a cute little rich Nigerian girl like me could come to have all of these ideas. It's simple. Back when I was younger, when all the other girls were engaging their fantasies with romance novels, I was a fan of murder mysteries. I read stories, watched movies, studied cases, and analyzed all of them.

To run themselves in the dirt and expose themselves to the danger? Will they be ready to go all lengths to bring her back home and how long will they realize they have to race against time to do so? Will Elle ever return home alive? And what caused her disappearance will be the most haunting of the million questions that will dangle over a simple town like Yonsdale, for many years to come. And in our minds. - From the writers of critically acclaimed Vamp and psychotic mystery, Irene comes this provocative coming of age tragedy about the vices that revolve around being a teenager in the twenty first century and growing up in a conservative town.

I mumbled to her as I seriously asked. “That is why the Child Murderer case appeared, the case are too identical to one another. The only difference is that, the child now is a girl.” She answered and her words are too riddled for me. “You said that his mother committed suicide, why was it declared as a murder?” I asked and this time she just smiled at me and sat on her swivel chair. “Dylan’s fingerprints are on the knife stabbed on her mother’s body, the coroners determined that the direction of the stabs are resulted by an outward swing made by another person.” She explained to her and finally handed the folder of the case.

“Cain's Crossing was, is I guess, still on? Anyway, it's about this small town in Oregon where all this strange stuff happens. It all starts with a teenage girl, Rachel Meers, getting murdered. She was this big-time debutante, and everyone loved her, or at least it seemed like everyone loved her. See, as the show goes on, you find out that pretty much everyone in the town had a reason to kill Rachel, who turns out was one of those people who manipulates everyone around them and plays them off each other for fun.