Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

People scolded the police department at the injustice while some questioned whether or not the murderer had an influential background . But those comments didn't caught my interest what caught my attention was the comment that was at the bottom of the screen that read - ' Hit and run ? a body does not get that mutilated in a hit and run case , its clearly murder. I am ready to bet that the murderer must have been stalking the poor girl for days before they took action , a rainy day , no pedestrian in sight , Mila returning home alone and bam !' 'Stalking ' My spine straightened up involuntarily at these words .

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Adele lays her head on my lap, and I slowly stroke her hair. Spencer asks Sabrina, "For the mansion or the secret place?" The German makes the sign for two with his fingers. The mafia is in turmoil and nothing in the world can spur them on to attack. A dark-haired woman greets us at the small country house. I turn to see Sabrina since he is not a man of simplicity and I manage to see him touch the back of his head. Now, what happens to him?

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