Nick Browning Killer Novels & Stories

Everything just happened within in a couple of rings. “I shot two people,” he said. “Where?” “At the doorway,” he answered. “Are you fine?” “Yeah, we are fine,” “We?” Vincent asks. “Naomi is here,” “What the hell she is doing there?” Vincent got upset. Nick clenched his fist, “She’s here to see me. Get rid of this mess,” Nick said and ended the call without hearing another word from him. He’s so irritating when it concerns his daughter. Nick walked inside and saw Naomi staring at him in shock-fear because Nick killed someone but his face carried no remorse. This terrified her.

DI Silver put money in the machine and got out two coffees. “White, no sugar.” I took the coffee with one hand. In the other I held a polythene laundry-bag, inside which was my shirt. “Do you want to tell me what happened then, John?” He sat down next to me. I sipped the coffee, it tasted awful. “Professor Stephen Baker lured Cairo Nickolls, Robert Trefoil and Bernard Catterall to his house, drugged them and then systematically cut them up.”

Grabbing the remote for the sofa arm, I powered on the TV, “Moments ago...” The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—”

He wears a hoodie jacket partnered with jogging pants and a pair of white snicker shoes. He approached me and sat beside my hospital bed. “How are you?” he then asked. I sighed. “Better than yesterday.” I looked at him and examined his whole face. “How about you? You look exhausted.” He exhaled heavily. He really seems problematic. “I was looking for the men who beat you,” said Nikolai. “I even asked Clarisse who are they. She’s too hard to please and she’s not answering my questions. I’m afraid that if she will continue being silent, I will do something bad at her.”

This is already the fifth case this month. The killer was nicknamed "Blue Smoke" by the police. He committed the crime and disappeared without a trace. That gives any veteran investigator a headache. The common point of all five cases is that the victims targeted by the perpetrators are all from the elite.

He undid his all-black tie and shimmied out of his black suit jacket, tossing both articles of clothing to the floor as he prepared to dive into his research. “Let’s see…” he opened his laptop and began typing. “Crowman.” He typed in Nikki’s last name and pressed enter. Thorn’s eyes widened as articles, news reports, interviews, and videos about the case appeared on his screen. “Jesus…” He gasped as he looked over the information presented to him. “Ana Crowman was arrested after attempting to murder her twin children in a crazed frenzy.” He read.

I had order Ryan to follow that person and get more information on him. Ryan worked as per my ordered and got me details that black hoodied man was known as ‘Shadow Hunter’ he was a homeless until he started staying in one of low level area of New York ‘Fallen residential area’ in a bathroom sized shared apartment with his four other roommates, he was skinny looking man with half of his face indiscriminately damaged with a burn mark, he was involved in all illegal hacking and cyber crimes, as per Ryan report he had spent several months in prison under violation of cyber security law on New York, from his prison record I came to know that his real name was ‘Stefan Brooke’ he was son of ‘Colb

“Sure. A Browning. Automatic.” It was the guy, Conner was certain. The bullets taken from every victim were from a Browning automatic. And Malomond could identify him. Conner strained to control his excitement, remembering the careful planning the killer had employed in buying his car months before the killing spree started. He would have done the same here. “You get any paper?” Malomond shook his head. “Don’t keep no paperwork, Case. That’s why I got so many customers willin’ to pay top dollar.”

“What do you know about these people?” “Other than they abducting my daughter when she was twelve, letting her go at the age of twenty only to kill her a year after alongside my wife and… and our baby, I know nothing.” he pours a transparent liquid into a glass. From the stench, Sebastian can tell it is whisky. “So, detective, I know enough to hate them with my dying breath.” Sebastian knows all about his loss and had even cursed himself when he read about the man. But if the same people are behind the Browns case, then he will be killing two birds, following the path where it leads.

But that had been six years prior to their first Philly victim, and though the calling card seemed to match almost perfectly, there was nothing to tie the murder of Barbara Gibbon to this strand of violence. While all of the pictures were vile, the one that disturbed Watson the most was the photograph of Brown. Her face was frozen in a grimace of shock and horror, her eyes wide with fright. She remembered well the conversation she had, had with her mother only a few days after her body was found. Michelle Brown had sat in a nearby office, rocking back and forth in her chair, sobbing as she repeated the same phrase over and over again. “She was my world, my whole wide world,” Watson whispered