Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

Lyon scratched his head and said, "I'm just a data clerk, but since this was the first case I recorded when I first started my internship at the bureau, I remember it very clearly." Lyon said awkwardly, "Because no one reported the case, he had no relatives to seek justice for him, and he was a social outcast. At the time, the bureau was cracking down on organized crime, with many major cases piling up, so no one wanted to take on this neglected case, and it was eventually dropped..." Aurora was deeply shocked. It was exactly as her intuition had suggested. Dante didn't die, accidentally, he was murdered. Who was the murderer?

“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."

“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.”

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

Scout then cast an apologetic look while cupping his hands in front of his chest. Lately he was always busy taking care of all his business and also Sian. After previously the man had troubled him with nuisance rats that were deliberately placed to monitor his and Olivia's movements. Sian miraculously succeeds in investigating a murder case at the Ritz Carlton because the man coincidentally has an invitation to a banquet there with Aciel. An unexpected coincidence actually. Even though his whereabouts were vague, one of the Sian rats he didn't notice managed to find vague evidence of the murder. Yesterday he did manage to dodge when the evidence of the murder strongly pointed to him. He mana

Shawn had a recording device on him which he turned on and placed it on top of the table which was at the center of the room. “On the 16th of July, there was a case of murder in the streets of Chicago, along Michigan Avenue. A young driver collided with a sixty year old victim and left the spot immediately. The victim who was later identified as late Mr Montess was confirmed clinically dead. What can you say about that? Do you agree to be the cause of his death?” The detective began throwing questions at this moment. At this moment, it dawned on Henry that anything which would come out from his mouth would either put him in more trouble, or vice versa.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

Actually, when Thea told him that Uma was the most suspicious murderer, Sir Harris thought Thea's idea was absurd. But Thea's reasons were also very valid, “Sir Miller was killed in a locked room, and since there were no traces of outside intrusion, it boldly suggests that the murderer was hiding inside the room. And Uma, who lived with Sir Miller, is the prime suspect. As for those inexplicable reasons, it is because the killer erased the evidence."

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.