Novel Suspect Novels & Stories

Heather shook a little in disgust as she talked, and Mike nodded again. "Then what kind of perfume do you like?" "Like what Mr. Chad Donovan has. Strong and stylish." Mike gave another nod. Even though Mike had a good idea of how close his boss and secretary were, he didn't want to make assumptions. "Did Vincent ever send threats after being fired?" Heather turned her head. Heather asked, looking interested in the murder case all of a sudden, "Is Vincent the killer?" “For now, only Vincent Cox is a suspect."So if there is any additional information about his whereabouts, it would be very helpful to us," Mike answered, still looking at Heather. Heather seemed to be starting to become interest

“They bounced it through multiple servers. The tech team is still working on it, but whoever it was knew exactly how to cover their tracks.” I clenched my jaw, my mind already racing through the possibilities. This wasn’t just a random break-in attempt—it was calculated. Deliberate. “Any suspects?” I asked. Neville hesitated. “There’s a name that keeps coming up.” I looked at him sharply. “Who?” “Michael.” The name didn’t mean much to me at first. But then I remembered. Sarah’s ex. Nora's biological father. I straightened. “What about him?”

Benson Michael Campo's killer remained elusive. I was working at my desk, going through all the clues we had amassed so far. Our two best suspects were Lenore Smithers and Sandra Jacobs. Lenore was a suspect simply because she tampered with evidence and tried to pin the murder on Natalia Jacobs. Sandra Jacobs was a suspect for several reasons. She had inserted herself into the investigation several times, coming in to give a statement when we hadn't asked her for one, was pretty suspicious. Secondly, she kept calling us as if she wanted information from us to see where we were going with the investigation. Both of those things usually meant someone had something they wanted to hide and was f

He says as a matter of argency " Uncle, the whole think seems like a mystery to me. I think we have a mole in our camp" I inform with a bitter taste in my mouth. " And you haven't figured out who it is yet?" He ask with a worrisome look " The more I think, the more the secret grow. I think Sile is the only suspect I can come up with but he can't betray me" I inform with certainty " That is what you think?. I put it to you that Sile is the traitor" He says with seriousness written all over him.

Anything he does right now is going to complicate things, and I would rather not see that happening right now. “I didn't put a recording tape there, and the only suspect is.....” He raised his eyes to my face as they held mine, in the suspicions of what was going round now. There was no need to deny it since it has come to light, no need to try to shove it another way. “I did it, I was suspecting things and needed to find a way because nothing made sense at all” When my little girl was taken away from the house and then that creepy note and rats were sent to me, I began suspecting things, it had to be someone in the house that was doing all that.

Her face now seemed more colorful, relieved after knowing they were not here to arrest her. "You said there's a new suspect? What do you mean?" Zoe asked. That piece of information was even more unexpected than everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I'll provide more information if you're willing to give a statement at the police station later. But I'll mention one clear suspect, Maxwell Taylor. He's currently in the police station." Zoe was shocked and closed her mouth. Clearly, that piece of information was even more unexpected than everything that had happened a few minutes ago.

Madeline sighs and say, “Well, I heard the cops found a suspect on the Joslyn Airam murder case. Is it… is it, Kate?” I turn to look at Grayson, only to find him already staring at me. He gives me a look as if to say, ‘Go ahead and spill it out to her’ to which I inwardly roll my eyes. “I’m afraid, yes. Ms Akirdnach is the suspect.” Madeline’s eyes widen for a while before she releases a long exasperated sigh. “Oh my!” She whispers before lowering her head again. The next time she raises her head, her eyes sparkle with tears and skin moist with the flowing tears. I don’t want to react this way but I can’t help widen my eyes at this.

She didn’t stir, she just lay still. She was a child, blissfully unaware of the storm swirling around us. And yet, I couldn’t stop the ugly question clawing at my mind, how long until she isn’t safe anymore? How long till Declan the murderer finds out that Lunara was his young pup. I sat there a while, until the weight of the unanswered questions crushed me. Someone had placed that note on my bed. Someone had crept into my room, into my space. And I already had a suspect. When I finally stood up adjusting the collar of my nightgown, I strode out of Lunara’s room, down the corridor, and toward the maids’ quarters.

She said, and we were silent. "What do you think the council would do if they found a suspect for the event in Pridewood, even if it was an informant?" I asked, wanting to understand why Susan did not trust the system and ran away. "Why are you asking, do you have a suspect ?" she asked, and I shook my head immediately. She frowned at me, and I looked away. "It isn't a suspect, just someone I believe might be in trouble for it," I said, and she sighed.

I started, trying to sound professional even though the last thing I felt like was professional, "trust me, you can explain later. All I need is the name or contact information of your suspect." "Of course, sir!" she replied quickly. "Do you need them now or later?" "Right now, please," I said, barely controlling myself. I heard rustling and I assumed she was looking through her notes or at some other file. "All right, I have the name. Our prime suspect is Leonard Jackson, but we can't be too sure until… " My brain shut down and I lost my train of thought. I hunched my back in pure anguish and was shocked to the bones. Katana touched my arm and I turned to meet her concerned gaze.