Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

“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.

"Have mine. No worries, I don't got cooties." "Mmm," she tilted her head in an attempt to nod her thanks then stared at her palms for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She clasped her hands in her lap and looked up slowly. When she reached Mr. Policeman's face, he was staring at her with a slight arch to one eyebrow, but other than that, he seemed expressionless. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were hazel, medium brown, rimmed, getting lighter in color inwards with flecks of greens, the insides turning almost to liquid gold right before her eyes. She stared at them wondering what liquid gold tasted like. Perhaps somewhat like honey liquor sweet and smooth on the tongue but bur

He asks a few more questions and tells them what little he knows about the murder. The woman's throat had been sliced open, which was obviously the cause of death. She matched the usual description of being light skinned with dark hair. After a few more minutes, he excuses himself and leaves to go join the other officers. The door has barely closed behind him when Jesse turns to Owen and tells him, “He finally quit talking as if it was a forgone conclusion that you commited the murders. That is a plus in win column for sure.” “It really is. He has his doubts about whether or not you are a killer, which is what we wanted. That is a good thing.” Andy agrees and Owen nods.

The first thing that caught my eye was the breaking news written in bold and Niklaus Rogers in cuffs. NIKLAUS ROGERS ARRESTED FOR THE MURDER OF MICHEAL GIBBINS I didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to know who did this. "Damn it, dad!" I cursed lowly. He did this. I told him to behave and he still went ahead to misbehave!

"Mr. Randall, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened. Your wife brought her broke old dad to the site to cause trouble. "When he couldn't squeeze any money out of us, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead just to scare me. My heart nearly gave out." Conner looked down and smoothed her wind-tousled hair. Then he looked toward me, or rather at the shape covered by a dirty tarp beside my feet. He walked over, stood beside the tarp, and glanced down. The tarp didn't fully cover the body, and one hand stuck out. A watch rested on that wrist. It was from the Patek Philippe Nautilus series, and only 50 pieces were ever produced worldwide.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

“Everything is his fault! He didn’t even know the most basic surgical steps during the operation. That’s what killed the patient! I was just… He deceived me!” Anthony immediately exploded. “You’re lying! You were the one who forced me onto that operating table! You knew I didn’t have medical qualifications, yet you still made me impersonate a doctor in surgery! The patient died, but you're the real lead surgeon, so you're the real murderer!” “If you hadn’t clung to me, would I even have let you into that operating room?” Laura shouted back. Anthony refused to back down. “You think you’re so innocent? Without you, I still had connections. I could’ve gotten into the hospital anyway! You were t

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.

I held out the photographs in front of my face, reading the information that was written on them. I could feel my heart leap to my throat, and my blood run cold as the innocent lives that had been murdered stared back at me from their pictures. The first picture was of a black man with brown eyes and black, afro-textured hair, wearing a white vest. The picture was taken at the crime scene. There was a bullet mark in his chest, and his vest was soaked with blood. The blood had pooled around his body.