Murder On The Orient Express Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why was there no evidence at all at the crime scene? “So, the killer made a copy of the key, snuck into the house, and killed three people without leaving a single trace? Plus, he accurately foresaw the time you would arrive and finish everything before you did. He made sure you wouldn’t bump into each other, either.” Jay’s tone held an almost imperceptible hint of mockery. “The data from the autopsy report doesn’t lie. Cynthia clearly died later than the other two, and you had more than enough time to commit the crime. How do you explain that?” Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

“How? Where?” “A run-down motel,” he replied. “My sources say it was obvious….poison. He was murdered.” “Lilith.”The name left Aurora’s mouth instantly, sharp and certain. “She’s tying up loose ends.” “Yeah,” Bobby agreed. “Which means that trail is cold. Dead end. You’re going to need a verbal confession out of her. Do you have the cameras up?” “Yes,” Aurora said. “Everywhere.” “Good,” Bobby said. Then paused. “There’s one more thing.”

ZARA’S POV The sound of sirens was the first thing that tore through the silence. She woke up to pounding on the door—harsh, angry fists against the wood, echoing through the penthouse. Her heart dropped. Lucien wasn’t even out of bed when she reached for her robe, pulling it tight against her trembling body. “Zara Moretti Black?” “Yes?” “You’re under arrest for the murder of Dr. Morgan.” Her world tilted. “What?” she breathed, but the men in black suits didn’t flinch. Their badges glimmered under the morning light. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming—until she saw the handcuffs.

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”

I could feel that woman's gaze on me too and my eyes reddened even more, I felt so wronged and the pang in my heart was agonizing. The man cleared his throat before speaking up, "A murder has been taking place recently at the pack's border, many of our people died due to an un known reason and it was always a gruesome death, which made us agitated to find the culprits. Soon, we started finding clues days ago, and it was a man called Ben. But before we could question him, he was killed on the night when you went into confinement and when we searched the spot where the crime took place, we found the blood of the culprit and another person's blood and fur."

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

The Modus Operandi (MO) used in committing the crime says it all, The First One was responsible for the murder of Caroline Adeniran. Muhammad had been deliberately saving Janet Adeniran’s interview for the last. In all the years he has spent in the SSS, he knew from experience that the close friends or family members of most victims provided the best clues in solving a crime. That was of course if they were not responsible for the crime themselves. Muhammad leaned closer to the corpse. The face had been totally disfigured while the nose was smashed in. The cranium had been shattered and the scalp was the only thing holding her skull together.

The air hostess served him coffee while he waited, five minutes later another limousine appeared and drove him to the steps of the aircraft. He got on board and they took off, throughout the flight John’s mind was not settled as he kept thinking about the work ahead of him. Anytime Wolfgang sends him on such assignments as this, he always got news that the client has been murdered and the sick thing was that they were all murdered in the same way only that different parts of their bodies was mutilated he was getting scared as he took up this assignment. ‘Well it might just be a case of co-incidence’ he thought to himself, although he knew that the chances of the murders being a conincidence

His movements falter before he collapses to the ground. Lyndell who catches a glance at the black energy forming from the leader of the assassins, screams in shock the moment the arrows hit Freed. "Freed!!!" she shouts in horror. Raine flinches from Lyndell's screams. She stops firing her bullets as she let Lyndell run toward his husband. Biting her pink lips, she turns to glare at Jiro who is enjoying Lyndell's reaction. Anger is bubbling inside her heart as she grips her gun tightly.