Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

Calming her with humming. "Tell us what happened. More slower this time." Sire told her with a patient tone that eased Mury into submission. "I can show you" Mury moved out of the embrace she was given by Mona. She led the way to the scene of the murder. The kitchen. The smell had already alerted them of something being completely wrong so when Mona and Sire saw the body laying on ground lifelessly it just proved their theories. "That's your father in law" Mona said the obvious. While staring at the dead man. "What happened Mu?"

“What are you guys saying? Why can't I understand your conversation? Miss Anne, explain to us how you witnessed the murder of Dr Arnold?” Anne clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth. “He killed him.” she points at me. “So he beat him up in his house. I dragged him in a suitcase and put him at the car booth. When we got to the mountain. We realized him from the suitcase. He rolled down the mountain. It was a red suitcase. I already told the police men and they retrieved the suitcase from the bush.” “So you acknowledge that you are an accomplice to the murder?” The policeman asked.

Wilbur smiled teasingly in response to the polite man with a contrasting murderous glint in his eyes. "If you are the killer responsible for the massacre at Sanders Bar, we'd have to act according to Mister Mondorra's orders and report your location to him!"

Orseus asked out loud as he thought to himself. “What happened first, Alex’s mugging event or accident of the duke and duchess of Worthington?” Cornelius turned to Harry and Matthew; they were the only ones who were present at the time of these events. However, the answer didn’t come from them, John spoke in a low tense voice “The murder of the duke and duchess.” “Murder?” Aglaya’s eyes widened in shock while Cornelius and Baldwin shifted their gaze towards John, with Baldwin prompting “Are you sure it was murder?”

“I’m afraid, I have some unpleasant news.” Stefano's tone turned glacial. “You should be here, handing me my package, not sniveling on the phone like a coward.” Leonard hesitated before dropping the bombshell. “Sir, it's about the package... it's been stolen.” Stefano's anger ignited, his chest heaving, fists clenched. He closed his eyes, composing himself with an effort. Leonard continued, his voice laced with fear. "And... Mr. Xang has been murdered. His body was found mutilated —thumb chopped off, head nearly decapitated."

"I heard that wherever you go to the spot where the murder happens, you don't find bodies." "Yes. You are right. Mr. O'Hara's body was the only one we discovered, and that provided me with hints that the perpetrator is very dangerous. He turned his head to study the image. "I'm not sure what you are, but I'll find you," he said.

And though the night was thick with fog, Lenny swore the man looked directly at him through the glass. Nikolai tilted his head slightly, almost curious. Then, in one smooth motion, he reached inside his coat pocket. Lenny’s heart stopped right away. He didn’t need to see the gun to know it was there. "Sh*t," he breathed, fumbling for the gearshift. But before he could start the car, Nikolai’s headlights flared to life again blinding him. He shielded his eyes with his elbow, blinking hard against the harsh rays. When the light dimmed again, Nikolai’s car was gone. Vanished into the night as though it had never been there. Lenny gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white,

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.

“If your destination is the Sirmione Village, you should just use the I-89 route.” Alice tried to make out what was happening in front, but all she could see were the blinding lights from the flashes of cameras and police cars. Her heart was banging painfully in her chest. It was the kind of situation that traumatized Alice. Was there a crime? An accident? Did it involve someone she knew? She hoped not. “Why? What’s happening?” She heard Wilson asked. “Someone reported a dead body at the end of the road,” the cop answered. “We need this area for investigation. Please turn your vehicle around.