Murdoch Mysteries 9 Novels & Stories

Murdoch was definitely growing on me. “You know where to go, Murdoch,” Leo added. “We'll be there in just a few minutes,” Murdoch informed us. The road wasn't busy, which was wonderful and the silence after the incessant beeping of the hospital was most welcome. Finally, for the first time in hours, we weren't surrounded by people. I could finally find out the questions burning inside of me about the blackmail. “Leo, what is the connection with the slush fund and the blackmail?” I asked after a moment. I knew I should let him rest, but I had been waiting to find out for hours now.

After saying this, Zoey left without looking back at Adrian, who stood there in shock. She was truly exhausted. Seeing Adrian again, her heart no longer raced—there was only calm. After ninety-nine times, her heart could no longer be stirred. For the next few days, Adrian didn't try to find her. Until company employees were huddled around their phones discussing a trending news story. "Oh my God, isn't this the heir to that major corporation? How did he end up in such a terrible crash?!"

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

said Nathan and Jane nodded as well. “I am perplexed,” commented Susn,” Nothing links up at all. Mystery one, Harrison tracks the private eye up here. We follow. Mystery two, we find here Hartland murdered in his house with his house ransacked. Mystery three- how does the Boar fit in all this nonsense? Four, why on earth is Neville Guise is visiting this part of the world? Then what is happening in the Black Gorse Moor and what is with that network of tunnels?” “You left out one more,” Nathan remarked,” Who hired the private eye in the first place, Vermont?”

He stumbled a step forward, only to have my bodyguard press the muzzle of a gun against his chest. "Elena..." He spoke, his voice raspy as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper, carrying a heartbreaking plea. "Please, hear me out. Just ten minutes... no, five minutes is enough." He completely ignored the bodyguard's threat. trembling as he pulled a stack of rain-soaked documents and a velvet box filled with red diamonds from his jacket. "This is the transfer paperwork for all assets under the Moretti family name. The Manhattan ports, the casinos in Atlantic City, the ancestral properties in Sicily, and all the overseas trusts in my name. And the red diamonds I owe you..."

Raymond whispered firmly "...she is a detective an—" "A What?!!" Morris asked, his voice slightly pitched. He felt the hair on his skin rise. What was a detective doing in his villa? Did George hire her to investigate the case? Or was it Rachel who recommended her friend to George? What on earth were they planning? How far had they gone with their plan? "A detective, sir" Raymond continued on mindlessly, not noticing the change in Morris's mood. "She was the skilled detective who handled the recent money laundering case that was on the news last month, an insider told me that. Also, sh—"

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Mike was waiting in the conference room, laptop open, files spread across the table. He looked like he hadn't slept. "Show me," Dimitri said without preamble. Mike pulled up a map, red dots scattered across the city. "These are inquiries about Eve over the past two weeks. Different sources, different methods, but all asking similar questions. Her routines. Her vulnerabilities. Her relationships." Dimitri's jaw clenched. "Who?" "That's where it gets interesting." Mike pulled up financial records. "The money's been laundered through six layers of shell companies. Professional work. Expensive work. But I traced it back." He highlighted a name. "Russo Holdings."