Novel & Cerita Novel Suspect

he said, “point taken. So far, our suspects are Elroy, Pinkston, Jenkins, and Milston. Have you encountered any additional potential murderers?” “Grant Estes. He was publishing my father’s memoirs. I don’t think he’s involved, but . . .” Jason rolled his muscular shoulders and dropped his head to one side and then the other, as if he were preparing his body for a round of boxing. “So,” he said, “we have a prime suspect, but no hard evidence and a whole cast of characters that could also be guilty.” “You mean you aren’t ready to announce the culprit, Mr. Super-dick?”

“Or he’s involved and he’s very good at making himself look innocent.” She made a sound of frustration. “You don’t actually believe that.” “I don’t know what to believe.” I pushed off the desk and crossed to the window. “I have a dead prisoner. Missing evidence. A mole in my pack house. And every lead I follow ends up pointing at someone I’m supposed to trust.” “So you’re just going to suspect everyone?” “If that’s what it takes.” I turned to face her. “Someone murdered a prisoner in my holding cell. Someone’s been playing us from the beginning and I’m not going to apologize for following every possible lead until I find out who.”

Not only that, I had a lot of unanswered questions which I was still finding answers to. “Oh shit!” He muttered, pacing about only to halt after a while. “Do Jaylen know about this?” Nodding, I pushed my hands into my pockets and with my chest puffed out, I began to head towards the elevator. “Keep your eyes on Jaylen, Hardin will deal with Thorne.” “Why is that?” “They are my main suspects. They are definitely going to give me a lead to the answers I want.” The moment I said this, the elevator door slid open, revealing Novah on the other end.

he asked. Claire, the lead detective gave a report, “we have managed to inform and circulate his picture to every precinct in the city and we expect their full support,” she summarized. “Do they know what they are dealing with exactly?” Michael, the captain continued. “All they know right now is that, the suspect is highly evasive, skilled and extremely dangerous,” Johnson explained. “I thought the hunter said to keep information about…the undead to ourselves,” Hills highlighted. Claire looked at Hills, “don’t you ever call her that again. She has a name,” she warned.

Sophia bawled and hissed loudly. “Whatever” “I actually wanna start writing down my suspects but I think I’m gonna add Sophia to this list” Heather said and Sophia chuckled lightly. “That’s dark” Kate laughed. “That’s not funny Kate” “Sophia” Heather pronounced, writing it down on the sheet. “You wrote it?” Jane was startled. “Of course she’s my suspect. You told me to write down my suspect didn’t you?” “Fine. Who’s next?” “Helena” she wrote down the name.

... The chase looped back to square one. Robert was furious. "Hanna Carpenter, what's your endgame? You're high on killing? Your sister is in this mess because of you!" I stared into the camera, feeling his glare. "Trying to rile me up, Robert? Don't care about these people inside?" He fired back, "I'm begging you to stop!" That was funny. With things going so far, there was no turning back. Viewers soon pinpointed three suspects: Jeremy, a fifty-year-old man, and a forty-something woman.

He felt wronged. Asher sighed heavily. "Ryan, don't take it to heart. We are all cops. Suspecting is engraved in our nature. I know how capable you are. So if someone dared to intrude into your own home and kill our suspect, it's almost impossible. We all know that. But it happened. So it's not abnormal to first suspect you over anyone else. And the murderers did not leave any clues as to who they are. No foot prints, no finger prints, and definitely no scent at all. Our sniffer dogs failed to catch anything. The only clue that they left behind is your broken back door" Asher explained.

“What if she didn’t do it?” “You wish it was one of us?” Antonio asked eyebrows rose in curiosity. “No, of course not, but I can’t help but think that it would be too good to be true for it to be a random maid. Our family already has so many secrets. There are eight suspects. You, me, Alyssa, Dan, Janet, Julissa, Rock, and this maid. We are pretty much down to Julissa, Rock, and the maid. I don’t think you did it and I know my wife didn’t do it. Janet couldn’t have and Dan would’ve shouted to the hills if he killed her.”

And my phone buzzes once on the bed beside us. Judith Crane. One line. "The Maddox case has a new primary suspect. You need to read this before tomorrow."

He asked but his voice was still kind. "I–i...I suspect everyone. Remember what I've said? Everyone was a possible suspect including myself." She said, avoiding an eye contact with him. "I see...but why do I feel like–Im a different case?" He asked again, now looking straight at the detective. So Alice grab all her courage to also face him. "Fine. You're my number one suspect." She admitted. She's expecting the scholar to be mad or atleast clear his name at her, but the latter just laugh. He.just.laugh.