روايات وقصص ضمن One Arranged Murder

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

Instead, it was a news alert from a tabloid site. TOP STORY: Is the Matthews-Quinn Wedding Cursed? Business Crisis May Delay the Merger. Adrian grabbed a heavy glass from the side table and hurled it at the TV. The screen shattered, the screen immediately turned black. "It’s not over," he hissed into the room. He wasn't thinking about spies or traitors. He was convinced this was just a streak of bad luck and incompetent employees. He picked up his phone and dialed his private security head.

And in her left hand, there was something there; tightly gripped in her still warm, but dead hand. It hadn’t been long, and soon the headmaster arrived. He too, was in shock at the scene that happened at his school. Making everyone leave, he soon realised something out of the ordinary. The hair color and even some of the jewelry that was on the, still warm, corpse. He then realized this wasn’t a normal murder. Sighing, the headmaster still couldn’t make out who the girl was. Afraid of the worst, he left the shower and called the police. This would be in the papers for weeks, or longer. Something like this didn’t really happen in a small town. Especially since it had been over 20 years since

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

The man in the suit fell to the ground, blood streaming down his head. Onora’s eyes widened. What if he was dead? That would make her a murderer. She placed her head on his chest—he was breathing. She smiled and ran out of the room. Onora ran as fast as she could, stopping every time she wanted to turn so she wouldn’t barge into another man in a suit, following any route she thought might be a way out. Onora stopped. There was a way out, the only way—but it was flooded with men in suits moving around the perimeter, their guns in tight grips. Almost twenty of them.

she asked. I shook my head. I had five people on my list that could have their reasons for wanting me dead. One, Mr. Norlan, a mob boss who committed murder. I didn’t hold back to get him behind bars. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough information to link him to the mob even though we all knew this. He was served a few years. The second was Mrs. Warren, involved with human trafficking. She looked me dead in the eyes and told me she was going to get back at me at all cost but she died in prison not long after.

He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” The First One whispered into the air. After some few seconds of deliberation, he answered the question, “I doubt it sweet heart.” Earlier that day, he had revealed a big secret to the prettiest one in the group but there was no assurance she could keep it confidential and that was why she was destined to die today. “Duty is about to call. Get ready to welcome another victim, Officer Muhammad Guni,” The First One whispered as he drove off.

Damn no won't I feel like my head is going to split open any minute. “Who shot me?” “Orian Miller. The guy that started all of this.” “I hope that he looks worse than I feel.” I grinned wishing I hadn't every inch of my face hurt. “He's dead Orlando. You shot him.” “Good.” I looked at Daniel. “Any more casualties?” “Well Warren and Mulvey are dead Miller shot them and you shot Oliver so no, no more casualties.” I nodded damn even that hurt. I can't believe he betrayed us to get back his concoction.

Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes flicking toward the chattering customers before she turned back to Ashwin. “You heard, right?” she asked, keeping her voice low. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” Sarah exhaled. “Eleven murders now. The whole town’s on edge.” The more Ashwin listened, the more details emerged, each one more unsettling than the last. “They found them this morning,” someone whispered from a nearby table. “All with their throats cut—wide open, like they never even saw it coming.” “Their eyes were still open,” another voice added, sending a chill down Ashwin’s spine. “Like they died looking at something that terrified them.”