One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

The symbolism was impossible to ignore. "This is already the third incident," Micah said, his face pale. "What the hell is the killer trying to do?" "I think it's pretty obvious," Rita said quietly. "Every single one of them was involved in that food delivery incident." She glanced at me. "Jeremiah, are you sure you don't know what's going on?" I shook my head, but inside, that twisted rush of satisfaction surged again. John was dead. The guy who said I deserved what I got was dead, and he died in a way that matched his sin perfectly.

“You’re not a suspect for murder. It happened last night and we know exactly where you were at the time the coroner said it occurred. We just need to know why the murderer had your gun.” “It was taken from my purse during my attack,” I said. “I forgot about that until just now.” He nodded. “I suspected it was something like that.” As he turned to leave, I asked, “Who was murdered?” “A Uri Voronin,” he replied. “He was actually living in that abandoned building that you were attacked in.” “Do you think he was my attacker?” I eagerly asked. He thought for a moment. “He could be. Although, he was killed with your gun. This puts a question mark on things.”

Until I was on my knees in the dirt laughing and crying and screaming all at once. Because hemlock doesn’t do that. Hemlock kills clean. Unless every single vial was swapped while I slept the night before the poisoning. Unless someone knew every move I made. Unless someone let me think I murdered thirty men so I’d run home crowned in blood that was never spilled. Only one person could have done it. Orlan. Orlan who drank and smiled and closed his own eyes. Orlan who kept his oath after all. I left that night. No crown. No goodbye. No explanations.

That's why they had made a plan to reunite these two once before the wedding so that they together end all their anger by talking to each other. The procession had arrived and it was also welcomed very well. Making some excuse, Mitali and Sakshi take him with themselves and start taking him towards Niyati's room. Smaran wants to stop them but his heart is against it, so he is unable to speak anything. On the other hand, she is sitting on a tabouret in front of the mirror that suddenly the strap at the back of her blouse opens and she starts trying to tie it. At the same time Sakshi, Mitali, and Smaran reach outside her room.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

He seemed to be in high blood. "But I'm not them, sir. And maybe I can solve it. Think of it, that maybe there's a connection between the recent case and the case a year ago. Which Mikey is holding now. And maybe there's only one killer, because the method of killing is the same as before," I said quietly. I was shivering. "But that's a maybe, Miss Chan, and maybe a kind of coincidence." "I don't think so, sir."

Silence settled in the room, it wasn't heavy or shocked I leaned back slightly in my chair as my fingers steepled in front of me. “How?” “The three of them were murdered,” He said, placing some pictures on my desk for display. I studied each of them carefully and gave a low grunt, the person who murdered them must have been very skilled in knife because the cut was clean and targeted. “There was no witness or any trace leading to who could have done this.” My eyes narrowed just a fraction. “Time of death?” “Shortly after the attack.” My fingers tapped once again, slower this time. Someone had removed them before I could reach them, before they could speak and before anything could be traced

The response I got spurted goosebumps from my skin. The connection between Vincent Ellmord and the Mafia has only been rumored. It is assumed but never confirmed that he is guilty of various murder cases including but not limited to the murder of Justice Omar Theodore, Mr. and Mrs. Prescott, Minister Galloway, and other unlisted murder cases. The murder was suspected to be connected with Mr. Vincent Ellmord because of the similar killing pattern. *The next image is gruesome, view at your own risk. I slammed my laptop shut because I couldn’t bear to look at those images. Whoever killed those men is brutal and has no regard for human life. Unable to dig further, I turned off my laptop and focu