Murdoch Mysteries 9 Novels & Stories

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.”

And my phone buzzes once on the bed beside us. Judith Crane. One line. "The Maddox case has a new primary suspect. You need to read this before tomorrow."

At least he knows what it feels like to have someone ruin your life. I slammed the book shut in anger, and a page slipped out of it. I picked it up. I thought I had seen it all, but this…. This was madness! He wrote all the names of the Murdochs, every descendant after Sabine. Like a fucking trophy. Every name had a specific tag. Witch! But each generation he wiped out made them less inclined to their magic. Which led to date, Mundane, and a hunter. The page trembled in my hand as I read the last name. Brittany Murdoch. Cassian Murdoch. My pulse thundered in my ears, then the silence shattered.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”

"I know! But didn't I tell you? I didn't mean to do it!" She raised her voice too. "Eve, we've been best friends for years. Can't you think about me for once?" "You've lost your mind!" I shrugged her off and dialed emergency services. "Hello, emergency services? This is–" Before I could say anything else, someone snatched my phone away. Esther hung up and clutched it tightly. "Are you crazy, Eve? I told you he won't make it! Are you trying to ruin my life?"

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

I was discarded to the side like trash, stripped of all dignity. In despair, I turned my head, and that was when I saw Mona, who'd been nowhere to be seen until now. She was hurrying over, half a peanut shell still stuck to the corner of her mouth. Thinking she'd come to help me, I stretched out my hand toward her, signaling for her to call 911. Mona finally reached me. However, instead of helping, she swatted my hand away. She pulled out a new phone. Ironically, it was the one I'd given her just last week.

“That boy, I need to know who his mother is.” I turned the wheels, smoothly curving through the sharp bend on the road “Do you I look like a hacker to you?” “Don't play games with me Alduro?” “Games?” He chuckled. “You are asking me to find medical records he would have have properly and decoratively sealed. Surveillance I can do. Murder I can do but not hacking.” I literally growled at him before I let out a deep exhale. He was right. “Give me a name.” “Montolo. I hope you still have a breathing account because dude will suck you dry.”