Ravi Ross Death Novels & Stories

The next day, as I was preparing to leave, Julian called. "Rosalie, there's some news..." His voice was heavy. "Rocco's dead." My hand, holding the phone, froze. "How?" "Depression. An overdose of sleeping pills. His Consigliere found him. He'd been dead for two days." Julian paused. "The funeral is this afternoon. Are you going?" I looked out at the gloomy sky. "I'll go." Not many people came to the funeral, mostly core members of the southern organization.

“Just investigate Dr. Zuri for me, she wants Avery's life!” "What?" On the other end of the phone, Trevor was also startled. "No matter what you find out, no matter who it involves, let the police handle it." He hung up with a snap. Rosa and her husband were overjoyed that Avery did not suffer from myocardial necrosis, and did not need to take any risks to change their hearts. Only, they did not have the time to be happy, because, on that side, Willa had died in the Intensive Care Unit.

He was lucky to be cast into the sea earlier because his car was partly on fire due to the shootings and ramming it got. The assassins still gave him several shots to ensure he didn't survive as they watched the sea swallowed his car. Satisfied with the mission accomplished, they immediately left the scene like pro drivers in fast and furious movie. Few hours later, the media got to know about the incident and people were shocked when they discovered the victim was a high ranked police officer in his late forties, named Joe. They tried to find his body and the car in the sea but they only found the car. So they assumed he was eaten by sharks.

What's the matter? Sullivan came inside, looking around at the family huddled in the living room. Let me start by telling you that you are not in any difficulty. In actuality, you have greatly benefited the planet. However, there are a few... issues that require attention. He set a file down on the coffee table and opened it to find paperwork and pictures. "A power vacuum has resulted from Karnoff's capture. A number of factions are unhappy with the outcome and are fighting for his position. Communications that we have collected indicate that they are aware of your involvement.

"Don't stop until we've confirmed everyone is safe." At 9 AM, the first call came. Contessa Bianchi. Her voice shaking. "Dante. Oh God. Dante." "What happened?" "Giovanni. Giovanni Rossi. He's dead." Dante went cold. "How?" "Shot. This morning. Coming out of his apartment in Rome. Three bullets. Professional hit." She was crying. "He didn't even see it coming." "When?" "An hour ago. The police just called me." Giovanni Rossi. Fifty-eight. Shipping magnate. One of the first to join the New Order. Dead.