New Crime 소설 & 이야기

Jo, who was about to change the channel without a second thought, paused momentarily. The news was breaking coverage of a murder that had occurred earlier today. An Italian-American man had been shot and killed in a parking lot in broad daylight. The reporter dispatched to the scene said with a serious expression: Based on the fact that he was shot three times in the head with a small-caliber pistol, it's highly likely this was a murder resulting from a dispute between Mafia or gang members.

They were lucky to have secured electricity and indoor plumbing. "We have a new pack member. A young girl. She moved to Laramie a few days ago. I need you to go clean out her house and tell her landlord she won't be returning; it shouldn't take long. Nobody else will notice her missing. No family or friends, hadn't even started her job yet. They'll assume she flaked." "We know the landlord?" "Dale Bode." "Give me some money," Lucas said. "That man won't even blink."

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

So using the computer, I opened the list of criminals going down to K and found his name. He was listed for over fifteen offenses in a span of five years which was relatively little to what I expected. They ranged from drug selling to possession of unlicensed firearms and for the least serious - Traffic rule violations. But of course those were from just five years ago. The system erased the crimes from before five years if they didn't fall under more serious categories. Those were rape, murder, manslaughter or armed robbery. Despite all the others, it shocked me that he hadn't gone down for armed robbery. He seemed like the king. As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Emin

JENNY moaned in response to Jason's treatment of her femininity especially when his finger began to move at a faster rhythm. Not only did the heat she felt but also the trembling of her whole body intensified. It was a cold night that in fact, they were in the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. But something else is happening to her now. She feels like the whole room is on fire because Jason hadn't yet but severely abused her femininity while he also didn't let go of the very passionate kiss on her mouth.

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

I appreciate the change in topic because the last thing I need right now is to wallow in my misery. Ares takes his time, giving me details after details of our newly put together crime organization. He named it S.E.E.D, in other words Seed. Because we have the one thing every single person in the underworld is dying to have. The Seed. And that combined with our knowledge of drugs has made us a shit ton of money in the past years. I used to be hesitant about diving too deep into this blood ridden world but after what it has stolen from me, I'm ready to go all in and make myself known.

Suddenly, my eyes caught the news, and I attempted to increase the volume. The monotonous voice of the reporter rang in the car, my ears on alert. “There's a new criminal on the loose, Mrs Katie Griffin. Wanted for murder. Anyone who sees her should call this number…” An image of me filling the screen. Damn!

In case Jaxon blocks his sanity again. “Where’s Gavin?” asked Jaxon, whom Rey believed was courtesy. “Do you really want to know the answer?” Jaxon shrugged nonchalantly. “Lately, a lot of newcomers roam around our region. I’m sure this has something to do with the spider organization,” Rey said while supervising GC visitors. They weren’t talking about local people but other criminal organizations starting to create havoc in Denver. Many of them came from different factions. Even several Motorcycle Clubs also took part. And they both know the reason for the movement.