Murdoch Mysteries 9 Novels & Stories

“I’ve had enough of this! Are you really getting jealous over a patient? That’s not so gentlemanly of you.” She turned to leave, but not before grabbing the boxed tiramisu on the way out. I stood there, staring at the unfinished steak on the table. It was medium rare and sprinkled with black pepper—her favorite. The server approached, voice timid. “Sir… would you like that to-go?” I shook my head, pulling out my wallet. “No. I’m done.” On the walk home, the wind stung my eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, I saw a new post on Joseph’s Instagram. It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu.

His fingers tapped nervously on the tabletop, a sign that he was mentally preparing for whatever was about to unfold. They all looked up when I entered. The room fell into more silence. I took a seat at the head of the table, my usual position. Without a word, I pulled the Jonathan Family case file from under my arm and set it down with a sharp thud. “Alright,” I said calmly. “Let's get this over with. What’s the consensus on the Murdock case?” Damian was the first to speak. “The media's already painting you into a corner, Sir,” he said steadily. “Murphy Murdock is playing this brilliantly. He knows exactly how to manipulate the public and turn the spotlight on you. They’re calling you out f

Rose winked and she laughed. “Goodnight mum and have a good night's rest” she went out of the parlor to the dining area before ascending up the stairs. *** “Hello, there is something I might know about Daniella Bamidele’s disappearance.” “Who is this and where are you calling from?” the woman at the other end asked and he could hear a shuffling and movement in the background but he knew if he stayed longer, they might track him and that was the last thing he needed at the moment.

The marble floor was now littered with shards of glass from the shattered windows and glasses. Skyden stood up too, brushing his disheveled hair back, staring at me with an expression that was hard to read. "Your debt is paid, Miss Detective. But it looks like I've just added a new one to your ledger." "Don't count on it," I snapped, though my hands were still trembling slightly as I ran them through my hair. *** Echelon Nine doesn't know the meaning of hysteria. This morning, the main lobby wasn't filled with sobs or sympathetic embraces. Instead, the atmosphere felt heavy with a silent irritation.

One by one, I got each of them on the record confirming the photos were real, and confirming the woman in them was Sheila. I left the recorder on the bedside table next to my mother's death certificate, picked up the suitcase I had already packed, and walked out of the Veil estate. Julian called me during the pool party to check how I was feeling. The voicemail message clicked on, mechanical and cold. “The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”