Nick Browning Killer Novels & Stories

He helped him into the car before going to the driver seat, he started the car and drove out of the hospital. … Nicholas parked the car in a desolate warehouse, he helped Bryan out of the car and wheeled him into the warehouse. He pushed him into a room. Two men were inside the room putting on black. "Boss" They bowed respectfully when they saw him. Bryan nodded. The killer was tied to a chair, he was awake now. "Did he confess?" Bryan asked the men. "No," they answered. Bryan raised his head and looked at him, "Who sent you?" Bryan asked him.

"Young Master Clarkson, has something gone wrong?" Seeing no need to hide the truth from them, he told everyone the news he had received. His voice was gloom as he replied. "Lucas Brown had brought his men to Eastblue city to get revenge on Jate Woods for his sons. Unfortunately, he ran into a trouble. He ran into a group of special action unit of the city's emergency department, who were running some exercises from the invaders. With the number of men he had brought with him, he caught the attention of the city's emergency department's special action unit there. Thus he was suspected of being a terrorist, Lucas Brown was executed on the spot while the rest of his men were captured. Now the

As I watched them walk away, I realized something had changed, not entirely. Perhaps they still had reservations about me and they always would. But they trusted me with their son. For now… that was enough. --- Late on the second evening, there was a soft knock on the ICU door. I looked up. Detective Ethan Brooks walked in first. Behind him was a woman and upon closer look I noticed that she was the woman from Noah's apartment. The woman I'd spent two days blaming. She looked uncomfortable the moment our eyes met. "Karma." I nodded politely. "Detective." Ethan glanced toward Noah before letting out a relieved breath. "He looks better."

“That day. You don’t know the full story. But I’d like to tell you.” Rachel’s eyebrows drew together. She didn’t know what they were talking about—but the air changed. Heavy. Sad. “What happened that day?” she asked. Gabe took a breath. It stuck in his throat. “Rachel… Nick’s mother and sister were murdered,” he said. “At the time, I believed Tim Swallow was responsible. But it wasn’t him. Not… really.” Rachel stared. Nick shook his head. “What are you doing?” he muttered. “Why are we doing this now?”

Why? Nick was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twitched. Needless to say, it must have something to do with Third Young Mistress! Did Master Handerson really go to save her? Or did he go to do something romantic? Nick, the first killer of Canada, felt that his mind was in a mess, and he wanted to be quiet!

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

He didn't deserve his attention but this time he had crossed his limits. "I was 8 when I had my first kill. We were going back home from the school when a scum from the street dared to molest Dana, my caregiver. He was touching her inappropriately and calling her names. I didn't like it so I snatched the gun from my guard and shot that man straight in his chest," Nick gave him a sardonic grin and pulled out his gun. The story was to let him know how unforgiving he is for those who comes after people he cares about. "Seeing light fading from his eyes was immensely satisfying," he added, a twisted grin on his face. His orbs had that cynical glint in them.