Novels On Serial Killers Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 38 THIRD PERSON P.O.V EVELYN cleared her thoughts after she thought about a lot of things that bothered her most. Especially about the author of the novel titled ‘in the name of psychopaths’, and why the other readers couldn't spoil the ending of the novel but instead, it spoiled what those cannon fodder went through, even the cannon fodder Evelyn in the story was mentioned in the spoiler forum. Also, what's the purpose of the author for creating such protagonists who seemed to be the real villain who will destroy the world and kill countless innocent lives?

Did she kill these people so she could paint them? But Blackwell had definitely been the one to put him in the grave. Maybe they worked together; Jack circled back to his original thoughts. Blackwell took young women, in twos and threes, chopped them up, kept some of the pieces. Whoever killed the people in the paintings had left them whole. Because she wanted to paint them? There had been a handful of boyfriend-girlfriend serial-killer teams, but they’d all hunted together, used the same MO. That a team like that would have a different murder profile didn’t seem likely.

“Guys—focus. Listen. There were no signs of entry, all windows and doors were locked from the inside.” “Could just be a clean murder,” William offered with a shrug. “Or a clever serial killer,” I added. “Either way, not exactly our wheelhouse,” William said. “It might be,” Alexandra said, opening Anthony’s journal. “Check this out. He documented three nearly identical murders in that same area. 1914, 1951, and 1968. All with the same pattern—slit throats, no signs of entry, houses locked tight. There’s just enough time between them that nobody made the connection—except Anthony. He noted that he was keeping an eye out for a fourth.”

Just thirty minutes ago, a devastatingly handsome man looked like he wanted me more than anything. Then that same man threw me away. God. I growled inwardly. I had been so close to getting Eiser to let his guard down. Just a little longer, and I could have started digging for information about where he kept the evidence of all his crimes. I was also convinced he was behind the string of serial killings that had dominated the news lately. Every victim had one thing in common—they were all connected to Eiser. There was the city's biggest drug kingpin, found dead inside his own laboratory. Then came the cross-border illegal arms supplier, whose body had been discovered most recently.