Murdoc Niccals Novels & Stories

She doubted his billions would be able to get him out, especially when she filed charges against him and Tara Browning for attempted murder. Mick had asked Nicole to keep things hushed for now. Carl and Tara didn’t need an excuse to run, especially now. But Nicole wasn’t a patient woman. Things were not happening fast enough, in her opinion. But, just as her grandfather had once told her, she trusted God to help her. To help both her and Mick. Nicole had convinced Mick that she would be safe to drive around town during the day where people could see her and be witnesses, just in case. And today, Nicole had to run some personal errands.

So much for the war on drugs; if Charles hadn't offered a substantial bribe, the Chief of Police couldn't have cared less. "We have news," Mickle says, still hovering. Charles perks up at that. "Well, for god's sake, get in here and close the door, then," he snaps, sitting upright behind his desk and reaching for the decanter of whisky on the bar cart behind him. He pours himself a healthy glug and drinks half of it in one go, not bothering to offer any to Mickle. Mickle scuttles inside and shuts the door behind him. "I just got a call from our officer inside," he says, sounding breathless. "It's over. It's done. Nicole is dead."

“Just like you said sir, they never made it to the airport. We followed the madam and the young master and it led us to Mr. Tom’s building.” Nick frowned. Nicro Industries, again. There had to be something between Nita and Nicro Industries. If not, everything about her seemed to revolve around them. He was going to find out whatever it was and deal with it. But now. “Where's Tom’s building?” Since the doctor had given him only a few months to live, he had stopped caring about society gatherings. He had cut everyone off except the company. There had been no point pretending to live when he had been waiting to die.

“It raises questions in my mind. First, why you were ever allowed to become an agent. I mean, it was pretty clear the other day you’ve got unresolved PTSD, and there are serious Mafia connections floating around you.” My memory sparks again with the reaction my mother had to Nolan. Not him. Not him. Anyone but him. “To the De Lucas?” “Mostly the file points to the Morfils. But as you know, they’re in bed together in one way or another.” “I know Claude was connected to the Morfils through The Corral. Who else?” “Claude’s father, John.” “He died a few months before Claude. An accident, right? I was so young, and then Claude died. I didn’t ask a lot of questions.”

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.

with blank expressions and very expensive watches. Lucien lounged a calculated distance away from the main cluster, the legal team at his back. Niko sat in the second row, civilian clothes, no badge—just a lanyard that said VISITOR and an expression that promised he could crash every system in the building before anyone reached for the fire alarm. On the central screen: a redacted case file. Subject: M—. Age: 24. Facility: Private clinic, non‑disclosed. Protocol: A2.

He was afraid of losing his home, wife, and son. Anyhow, he ended up losing everything. Soon, the news that Nicola was arrested spread throughout Canberra. According to the news reports, when the police arrested her, they caught her behaving intimately with Yule Corporation’s secretary, Walter Kurtz.

“Not just you, you are quite lucky, you have only minor injuries.” A policeman walks into the room. “Dr. Neill, I am Officer Morris, I don’t know if you remember but you were quite drunk last night.” “I don’t remember much about last night officer.” “Unfortunately I am placing you under arrest and you are ordered to appear in court upon your recuperation in 3 days' time.”

the red-headed man scoffs, folding his arms. "You'll get your money when it's done. I want him dead, completely and utterly crushed," Nicola snarls. The man's face is blank, and Conrad can't help but be thrilled; she finally has an image of this notorious killer for the databases. "I need a million before I do it. I want the second million afterwards, and I want something as collateral. I'll take that bracelet and the earrings," the man orders. Nicola McCann snorts, shaking her head.

After a while I find a face I recognise. JEFF MOLTEGAZ Wanted for the illegal use of firearms and Drug dealing GEORGE MCNEIL Wanted for the murder and rape of 6 woman one of which was his wife. The attempted Murders of 2 men and theft. I hand the file back to Christian and show him the two guys. "They beat me up"I tell him and watch as he hands it to Nicoli. Nicoli's eyes flash with rage as he looks down at the file.