Mystery Files Novels & Stories

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

She finds me still staring and awkwardly walks away, her cheeks flushed. “Weirdo.” I mutter under my breath, opening the files that are laid out for me to see. The most recent cases that needs help. Finding none that interesting to look at, I pull out a file I had made with my own research. A file not even the police know exist because it’s my personal file, and nothing to do with the legal investigation. A file of Joslyn Airam’s murder case. I close my eyes and let the words burn a whole in my chest. Quietly, I push them away.

I leave the room leaving Jessi and Nathan alone, I can’t believe he bothered to investigate me. He doesn’t trust his father? And now I’m going to have to deal with his mistrust. He can’t be messing with my past or he’ll end up making my uncle find me. What am I gonna do? She was head down when Sabrina came in. "Hanna okay?" Sabrina "Ah, more or less. I need a coffee, but I can’t leave here now I’ll wait for a friend to come out of there." I speak signaling Nathan’s room

We would need a more tech-savvy person to break in. I moved on from the computer and started searching through the drawers. There were quite a lot of different papers around. I pulled out a file that was labeled JSD. It looked strangely suspicious. I opened it to see that it held a wide range of newspaper clippings. It was everything from a drug bust to different bodies washing up and other mafia-related events. The longer I looked at it, the more I started to realize the pattern. "Michael, come here," I called out. I heard his footsteps before I saw him. He came back into the room and looked at me carefully. I handed him the file. Michael scanned over all the things and looked at me strange

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I exclaimed as I continued to punch a wider hole into the safe till I could get the files kept inside. The first one I brought out wasn’t what I was looking, so I dug further and soon all files were out on the desk, and none of it was what I was searching for. It was gone. I recognized the file compare to all these, that particular one has a brown cover with paper-like material.

"So you're saying that the files in the ‘Factory’ folder require special attention, right?" I frowned. "What do you mean by files? There's a single, password-protected file in that folder." "Nope. There's one meaningless file and a lot of hidden files." He smirked. My eyes widened. "C-can you open those hidden files?" Kevin scratched his chin and shook his head. "I'd rather not. I will give those files to my friend. He's better at cracking codes than I am. I can assure you that all the mysteries of this drive will be unsolved in a matter of days.

There was nothing bad in making sure I wasn't wrong. I moved closer to his desk, checking to see if there was any information on it. The files were arranged in alphabetic order, as if whoever did it had a lot of time in their hands. With no idea exactly what I was looking for, I let my eyes roam every shit of papers. They were mostly filled with dabbles and drawings I frowned at them, then looked back at sleeping Ron. Was this what he had been doing as the future heir to the pack? No plans

The screen lit up, and a new file appeared encrypted, password-protected. I tried the obvious: Ava, Derek, or even our old wedding date. Nothing worked. Then I saw it. A single line in the filename, typed in a font that looked eerily familiar. *MarcusDamienLucas* My stomach dropped. This file wasn’t just about shipments or money. It was about *them*.

His eyes, usually so sharp and impenetrable, hold a flicker of something I can’t quite figure out – concern, frustration, perhaps a touch of fear. “This document,” Aaron continues, his voice low and serious, “is part of a larger collection. A whole lot of files that have been missing for a very long time.” My breath hitches. Missing? This is the first time I’m actually interested in Ash mafia business. From the beginning, I just wanted to hack into a bunch of computers and work with Aaron but now, it seems deeper than that. “Missing? What files?” I ask, my mind reeling.