Novelas y relatos de Murdoc Niccals

It seemed he found some twisted thrill in making me his personal servant. "The murder-kidnapping crime talk is something I could do without first thing in the morning," I said, preparing a plate and setting the coffee pot on. "Really? I was just in a meeting where we were discussing the double homicide of a mother and her six-year-old—" Nicola began, her tone matter-of-fact. "No! Stop! I don’t want to hear this," I whined, annoyed at her nonchalance. Nicola shrugged. "So, how was it? Your ‘date’ with Carter?" she asked teasingly, making me blush.

Hendrick guessed. "Did you check her old dorm? Why she moved out and her profile back then?" Hendrick shook his head. "This is going to sound even crazier to you, but the head officer of her old dorm claimed to have never had a student named Alicia Perth," he said as he rubbed his temples lightly. "I really don't understand any of this. Who exactly is that girl, Nic?" Nicholas and Hendrick were silent after that. They were both lost in their own thoughts, until Hendrick remembered something and snapped his fingers. "Ah, yes, Nic, I've rechecked the autopsy results of the victims named James and Doc. Drew confirmed that he found other DNA under the victims' fingernails."

he shrugged. “How could you be a doctor, with such a dumb brain?” Morgan spat, getting up from the chair. Nicholas need not be told of what to do next, he took the mall's address from the doctor and left with Morgan. It was very late in the night, when a black SUV pulled up in front of the city mall. The lights were still on, but the mall was closed already. Morgan was about to make a call, when he caught sight of a security man, roaming around the premises.

The wedding was happening one week earlier than Nicole had expected. Apparently perverted old men didn't take too kindly to being kicked in the balls even though preying on innocent young girls was one of their favourite pastimes. Don Matteo wasn't any different and after Nicole had so painfully "assaulted" him as he elaborately worded it, he went straight to her father to voice his concerns. Like the manipulated bastard that he was, he told Nicole's father that he was no longer sure if he wanted the marriage as his safety and wellbeing was now in question.

Derek was Nicholas immediate brother and they got along fairly since their behavior aligned but mostly because there was no one Nicholas didn’t get along with. He was a very polite, cheerful and charismatic person, but Nirvana could confidently say that he was the craziest Jules there ever was. Derek’s actions were mere child plays compared to Nicholas’. Nicholas was charged guilty of a series of murder, attempted murders and kidnapping. He was a freak who was obsessed with his research and turned to human experimentation. Every single information regarding the research was kept confidential but his arrest was broadcasted nationwide.

I stiffened but gestured for him to continue. “Lucian Morgan reportedly had a heated argument with Nick, the representative from NovaCrest Realty. Witnesses said they clashed frequently, but on one particular day, things escalated. Nick allegedly pushed him off an unfinished building.” “What?” I exclaimed, my disbelief evident. Daniel raised a hand to calm me. “At the time, there was no surveillance at the construction site, so Nick claimed it was an accident. After the project concluded, Nick resigned and vanished. The case went cold.” “Until now,” I said, understanding where this was headed.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds. He then stood up and dusted off his hands. "He can't be saved. His pupils are already dilated. Find somewhere to bury him." I heard a buzz in my head. "What did you just say?" I lunged forward and grabbed his collar. "You barely checked him, but you already came to a conclusion? Did you even examine him properly?" The doctor staggered back. He clearly looked irritated. "Are you the doctor here, or am I? If I say he's gone, he's gone. What's there left to check in this condition?"

That answer made the room silent. Lucas walked toward one of the old monitors. “Show me.” The man hesitated. Then he walked to the computer. He pressed a button. The screen flickered. Old files appeared. NORTHSTAR SECURITY RECORDS YEAR: EIGHT YEARS AGO Lucas leaned closer. The first file contained names. David Morgan. Victor Hale. Richard Harrison. Adrian Blake. Robert Kane. Several other names followed. Then Lucas saw one name he recognized. Richard Morgan. His eyes narrowed.

“Do not turn ‘I respect consent now’ into ‘I volunteer for immediate murder.’” His mouth closed. Again: growth. The recorder clicked once from inside the cedar box. We all froze. Nothing else came out. “Cool,” I said. “So the dead ladies are on push notifications now.” Mace crossed to the box. “It should be secured.” I stepped in front of it. “It is secure.” “In the medical room?” “In my eyesight.” His brown eyes lowered to mine. “Nicole.” Ah, there it was. The tone. The one that made something stupid in my stomach tighten because apparently my survival instincts had been mugged by attraction in a garage.

Although I actually felt a bit jealous that Niccolo was spending time with Miles regularly, I knew it was mostly work-related. Niccolo also worked for Mr. Falco, like Ricchar and Miles. I ignored the envious thoughts most of the time. In fact, I should be grateful for all of Niccolo's help. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known the truth about my identity. I also asked him to keep an eye on Miles and update me on his drug use. "We're going somewhere with Ricchar. To meet with a Sicilian underboss." "Underboss? Where you going?"