Rdr2 Crime Novel Location Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They were after you. My daughter was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time." "Are you sure about that?" Austin asked. Willem seemed puzzled by the question. "What do you mean?" "Are you sure they were after me?" Austin replied as he sat down again. "A few days ago—" he carried on as he stretched out his legs in front of him. "—A magazine editor, a gay couple and a housekeeper were murdered in the Bay." "I heard," replied Willem. "A black rose was found at each crime scene," Austin continued. "Where are you going with this?" Willem asked, gritting his teeth, his sudden unease visible in how he gripped the arms of his rocking chair.

Zitrey has then received a picture showing Nathan and others in a blindfold, the mouth was covered by the adhesive tape, and hands are tied, lying on the floor. She has only one person in mind who does this, ‘The Nimble Shadow.’ She then hurriedly went towards the place sent to her. It was in the inner part of the forest. Near the boundary of District 11 and 12, far away from the town. It was a suited place for doing a crime, no one will know and no one will help you. There, Zitrey saw an old, yet still intact big house.

Red lights glow against the dark of the night as he turns the car on and signals that he’s entering traffic, I do the same, following him towards his apartment. At the intersection he takes a right instead of a left and I continue to follow him, where are you going sir? When he stops in front of a familiar building and parks outside I watch him as he enters and snap a quick picture on my phone in the event I ever need it. That’s the trouble with being a criminal doing business with other criminals, the lines drawn in the sand by the law don’t necessarily apply anymore. I can’t call the cops and neither can he. Everything has to be handled like the old west, quick draw and quicker thinking.

I repeatedly glanced at the watch I was wearing. Based on the location coordinates sent by the IT squad members of my mafia group, Dragonbone's headquarters was located in a town called Camden. "Shit! Hurry up a bit!" I cursed for every time when I see some cars moved slowly as if blocking my way. As time went on, I felt more and more restless, so I put more speed on my car. It's because, Camden is one of the cities in New Jersey with a high crime rate, especially murders. With all mix feeling, I finally arrived at the coordinates sent by my subordinates. It was an area with many abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of the city.

After being done with his work he threw the body of the young boy from the bridge ( Imagine them talking to each other ) as it sunk deep into the rich blue river leaving almost no trails as the place was dead silent at 2 in the morning cause this area had bad reputation being the highest number of crimes occurring there . As he threw and burned his latex gloves on the road he lit his cigar and took a big puff of it ( Imagine Drake's picture here ) the picture of Drake which was snapped by the paparazzi . Lesrov (P.O.V)

“By God Tim! Take it easy, will you?” “Sorry but we have got a situation.” He rapped out, almost out of breath. “What is it?” Aiden asked. “There has been a reported crime.” He paused and looked from Tia to Aiden and then back to Tia then continued. “Possibly homicide at Duane park.” * * * * * 08:42pm

On his way, he called Mia for a hearty chat. **** Anya and two more officers in their team headed off to the crime scene. The flat was in an old building in the older part of the city. The narrow lanes that were lined with buildings on both sides had very little scope for road widening. Over the period of last fw decades shops and residential buildings had sprung up in every bit of available land making it a very crowded area where you could literally peep into the flat of a person living in the next building. With the bustling crowd around, it was surprising how such a crime could happen without people noticing. Must have been late evening when the incident happened.

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

Hack, even the commoners have the better living condition than most people from various districts inside the Kingdom. But they would never know that far west from the city, there is a place called Territory 26 is located. Territory 26, a place filled with filth, treachery, poverty and a dumping place for trashes. It is a place where committing crimes are normal. Here, the strong prey on weak and weak…if they don’t get strong, they will die in a ditch somewhere. Mary Lin hates this place, this is the place where she grew up and almost died. If not for Miss Lilian, she would not have survived. The only good thing she learnt from this place is to be strong…stronger than anyone that no one can t

CHAPTER 44 Author’s POV The black SUV sped aggressively through the rain-soaked streets, its tires screeching loudly against the wet road. Adrian Romano gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw locked dangerously. Beside him, two of his men exchanged nervous glances but wisely remained silent. Nobody spoke whenever Adrian looked like this. One of the guards finally broke the silence carefully. “We traced Rafael’s location twenty minutes ago, sir. An abandoned warehouse near the docks.” Adrian’s dark eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.