Murdoch Mysteries 9 Novels & Stories

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

Kevin and I were both die-hard horror fans. We’d once argued for three straight days over the ending of a niche film. In that movie, the protagonist entered a string of numbers at the very end, unlocking his only way out. I tried it. “19870521.” Victoria typed it in. With a soft click, the drive unlocked. Inside were neatly organized folders. [Evidence of William’s Bribery] [Evidence of Ethan’s Embezzlement] [The director’s Affair Scandal] I sucked in a sharp breath.

She looked straight ahead as she went for the front doors, not daring to look at her colleagues, her heart pounding as she felt like she was walking out of a bank with a rare jewel. She stepped outside with a breath of relief. She hurried to her car, and sat there, breathing deeply. She thought about her next move. She knew who she needed to talk to. Aiden. If there was anyone in the world who would know where to find the missing page, it would be him. But she still couldn’t bring herself to call him. She thought again of his words, of stopping Scarlet, and something inside her would not allow her to speak to him.

Perhaps, they might be wondering what I was up to this time. "What's the problem, witch?" He asked with eagerness. "A lot had changed in Murdoch after the destruction of my people. The magic book that we seek has been vandalized. I told them that I had hidden it myself down in one of the basements, that's true. I'm afraid it's no longer there," I told him.

CHAPTER #21 “911” MEREDITH’S POV: I sat at my computer this morning, early September in Scotland was so serene and beautiful. I couldn’t concentrate as I stared out the window in stead of working on what I needed to do. I hadn’t slept well, premonitions kept staggering my mind. Many of them were blurbs and incomplete pieces, but the one that settled in my dreams, the most disturbing, was the one of my friend’s imprisonment holding a very pregnant belly. Her hand reached up into my mind, shrouded in darkness, concealed in a stone dungeon with iron bars, gasping “help me”. It was enough for me to startle awake gasping, drenched in a cold sweat.

ZADOK'S POV I was lost in a bottle, my phone face down on the coffee table, when it started buzzing in a circle. I picked it up expecting another email from work, that was mostly the only kind of notification I had been getting on my phone since... "Whitmore Heiress Suffers Psychotic Breakdown at the Altar." My glass paused halfway to my mouth as I digested the headline. It could have been any Whitmore and it was really none of my business. I was just about to toss my phone aside when my eyes fell on the image beneath the headline.

VALENTINA The text arrives at 2 AM. Unknown number, encrypted message. You want Mordaunt? Evidence is in Warehouse 17, Docklands. Third floor, locked office. Proof of everything: trafficking, murder, blackmail. Come alone. Come now. - A Friend I stare at the message for five minutes. Every instinct screams trap. But the possibility it's real... Evidence against Mordaunt could change everything. Proof of his crimes could turn Parliamentary opinion, give Alteroni ammunition for reform, maybe even prevent extermination.

In the echo of his words and the silence of the hall, it seemed as though science itself had retreated, cowering before a horror that medicine could not describe. "There's no way but to continue working and exerting even more effort. The case is incredibly complex and intricate." Detective Mohammed rose abruptly from his chair, his voice sharp and his face grim as he addressed Susan, who watched him warily. "Another priest has been murdered... in exactly the same way as Nabil." A heavy silence hung in the air before Mohammed strode resolutely toward the door, as if carrying the weight of a mystery that grew more sinister with each passing hour. Susan's voice broke the tension, filled with an

Madeline sighs and say, “Well, I heard the cops found a suspect on the Joslyn Airam murder case. Is it… is it, Kate?” I turn to look at Grayson, only to find him already staring at me. He gives me a look as if to say, ‘Go ahead and spill it out to her’ to which I inwardly roll my eyes. “I’m afraid, yes. Ms Akirdnach is the suspect.” Madeline’s eyes widen for a while before she releases a long exasperated sigh. “Oh my!” She whispers before lowering her head again. The next time she raises her head, her eyes sparkle with tears and skin moist with the flowing tears. I don’t want to react this way but I can’t help widen my eyes at this.

Dozens of pages. His grandfather had documented everything. He flipped through them quickly until something caught his eye. One page had been torn out. Cleanly. Deliberately. The missing page had been numbered... NINE. Adrian frowned. "Someone removed page nine." Evelyn's face lost all color. "No..." "What?" "It wasn't removed." "What do you mean?" She slowly closed the journal. "It was taken." "That's the same thing." "No." She looked directly into his eyes. "Page Nine is the First Cipher."