Murderer Movie Novels & Stories

He was testing me again. I let out a cold laugh. “Officer Cole, are you saying I’m lying again?” “I’m just stating the facts.” He turned the floor plan toward me. “Take another look. The killer destroyed a total of thirteen cameras. “Three of them were installed just last week—even the owner couldn’t keep track of where they all were. But the killer didn’t miss a single one.” His words confirmed my suspicion. I looked at him, suddenly finding something about him strange. Unlike Daniel, who seemed eager to pin everything on me, Marcus was guiding me, step by step, toward the cracks in the case.

For the first time since moving into this house, I was seeing the real Roderick Harrigan. Not the generous stepfather, not the successful businessman, but the cold-blooded killer Logan had described in that video. The man who had orchestrated a car crash like it was just another Tuesday appointment. As we entered, he turned toward us, his gaze locking onto the phone in my hand like a predator locking onto prey.

They would still be together. "I can't sit here in the dark," he muttered to himself, his voice shaking. He grabbed the remote and hit the power button on the TV, just needing any kind of noise to drown out his thoughts. But the moment the screen flashed to life, his entire body locked up. His eyes widened in pure horror. Emmett's mugshot was plastered right across the screen. A serious-faced newscaster was breaking the story, announcing that the police had officially identified and arrested the killer of the late Mrs. Stella.

His face contorted as he thrashed in a frenzy. "Let me go! Let go of me now, or I'll kill every single one of you!" The officers restraining him rushed forward, pale-faced. "Chief Turner, the perpetrator arrested in the south district case is a psychopath, and he looks exactly like you." The man howled with a twisted expression. "Let me go, or I'll slaughter you all!" At the sight of that face, my soul instinctively shuddered. It was as if grimy nails were digging into my flesh once more. Even though I was already dead, the taste of blood rose in my throat.

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

he said softly, as though trying to pretend I hadn’t just witnessed him murder someone. Where are the cops? Why can’t they get this monster? Aren’t they suspecting anything? How are they just letting people go missing as though their lives mean nothing? If they had no idea, why can’t I bring light to this and get this murderer arrested? But I had no phone to report him, and running away would be the dumbest move. Callum and his dogs would catch me before I even got anywhere. “You bloody murderer,” I hissed. He smirked, completely unfazed by my words. “They deserved it.”

"So, you haven't even told your precious woman who you really are? She doesn't know you're a murderer, does she?" "I'm sorry, baby. I moved and thought that had been left in the past. I'm not a murderer. Jesse's brother was psychotic and wouldn't leave his ex-girlfriend alone. I wound up meeting her one night at a bar. Billy didn't like that I was spending time with her. I tried to walk away but he followed me to the parking lot. The psycho pulled a knife on me. I wound up turning it on him and he died. I was acquitted." "My brother wasn't psychotic. You were messing with his woman!" Jesse yelled.

Matthews asked. “H is name is Edwin Wolfgang, a wall street banker, and he has been paying this guys to carry out murders for him all over the world for the past ten years, he has amassed wealth all through this years by selling off his victims collections” Danny said. “Was Ms. Johnson his last victim, or was there someone else in another part of the world that was murdered after her?” DCP Thomas asked. “There was a London based businessman who was murdered on the same night Ms. Johnson was murdered, last week two other people, were killed in a car bomb incident, which we were able to trace to the same group” Danny said.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”