Novel Suspect Novels & Stories

Chapter 63 “Where have you been last night? Sorry, I slept early. I didn't see you coming home,” Lily said while I was the one cooking our breakfast. I only stared at her for a moment. Just like what the detective said, I should not trust anyone until the culprit is caught. As of now, my mother is the biggest suspect that we have. But knowing that the culprit is around me, I felt like I cannot trust any of them. Who knows? The person behind this might be just playing under my nose for a long time.

What kind of benefit could the abduction of Jenny Horton even bring to the enemy? “How about the mental institution? Anything?” Damon asked. “Everything’s normal. Juliana Crawford had not displayed any activity deviating from her norm.” Damon’s eyebrows were knitted together. Juliana was their prime suspect in all of this, so how could she have shown no suspicious activity at all? Someone knocked on his study room door. Damon removed the earphones and clapped his laptop shut. Jeanette’s voice came through from the other side, offering, “Are you busy, Damon? I made some supper. Would you like to have it now?”

Doubt and suspicion seeped into our lives, clouding our judgment and testing the limits of our trust. Amid the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows—a journalist named Emma Davis, known for her relentless pursuit of the truth. Emma claimed to have evidence that would clear our names and expose the true culprits behind the media onslaught. With trepidation, we met Emma in a secluded café, the air thick with tension. She presented a file filled with documents, photographs, and recorded conversations—a maze of intricate puzzle pieces that promised to unveil the hidden truth.

I said again. "I never said you couldn’t." "Fine," I mumbled. "Do you have a suspect yet?" He asked. "I do have a lot of people in mind," I revealed, now that he wasn't on my suspect list anymore. "There's Evan and Marisol , they're top on the list and we can't rule out the possibility of rival companies in on this." "I love how you're on full detective mode," he teased. "Be serious, would you?" "Okay, let me call someone," he said as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Who do you suspect the rogue to be?" Bullet raised his brows. The question was an easy one, he suspected Mrs Claudia, but he knew better not to say. He had eavesdropped on Mrs Claudia's phone conversation several times. There was something strange about them, but how could he point her as his suspect? "Georgianna seems like a suspect, and Miss Pearl." "Why are they your suspect?" "They've both worked against her, hence the suspicion." Wave replied. "I see..." Disturbed, Chief Onapuruagu turned and headed for the bar at Kaave D Castle, his gaze through the city a tactile touch on everyone. Bullet, glancing around, on alert.

I sent away to sit on the couch. “It can't be…” she gasped, her face lost color and her mouth wouldn't close, she was paralyzed. "That?" I went straight to her, taking the folder from her and reading, “Suspects: Robert Pearson” her eyes widened, “Incriminating evidence: cuts on her right hand.” “Robert could be the…” “I could… but so could Eliécer.” “Possible culprits: Robert and Eliécer.” he pronounced certifying our list. “Possible witnesses: Edrien, Jessy, Maggie and Frederick. Let's investigate, Watson.”

“There is so much to do. We're this close to finding out who wants me dead and considering the fact you were hurt as well, you've become their next target. I promise to protect you no matter the cost, but you can't leave now.” I turned away. What did I even expect? Of course, he would choose his Kingdom over my sanity. “No one has told you this, but we have a suspect.” That piqued my interest. “Who?” I asked. “Gerald.” I gasped. Sure he was wily enough, but was he that wily? “How did you find out?” “We don't have enough proof yet, but there are certain things he has said each time he comes to see my body.”

Zoe lowered her voice as if that would soften what she was saying. “How’s that possible? None of them had the hacker’s number.” Zoe was happy that Henry didn’t reprimand her for accusing his directors. “Seriously, I’ve been giving it some thought lately, and I have a suspect in mind. Also, there is this feeling I can’t shake off, and it’s an entirely different theory.” “Who is your suspect? What theory are you talking about?” “Well, about the suspect, I think it's Kearney,” Zoe said “Kearney? Why?”

I really do not know if he is anxious about seeing his so-called Father and sister or about seeing the new suspect they caught. When we saw that note, the first person that came to my mind who could be a female and could have done that was Anita. But it seems Ryan is right this time and I am wrong because it is apparent, we have three suspects, not two which means the third suspect must be the one responsible for his Mother's death. "Baby", I drop the coffee and raise his head with my two hands, then peck his forehead. He watches me with a faraway look so I lift the cups, stretching one to him. "Take."

They were both too stubborn for me to handle. “What did you want to talk about?” “I see your mood is better today.” “A spy was caught, of course I'm in a good mood.” “I just have this feeling that it isn't Jose.” “You still think it's Gabriella.” “If it isn't her, then it's someone else.” I laughed. “And who's your newest suspect?” “No one yet.” “Just let it rest. You're never right about these things.” “I have a strong hunch.” “You're not a detective or investigator.” I leaned closer to her, my face only inches away from hers. “You know what you are?”