Sam Witwicky Death Novels & Stories

“Reginald, have the cause of the car accident involving Mr. White and Vicky been confirmed?” That night, she had gone to the bar and beaten Mr. White and his group. Soon after, they were taken away, and Reginald’s bodyguards immediately pursued them. The matter itself was not difficult; with their capability, they caught up in the shortest time possible. However, by the time they arrived, Mr. White and Vicky were already dead. They were killed inside the car—throats slit. The entire incident occurred after their vehicle passed through a stretch of road without surveillance. The killing was clean and efficient, leaving no trace at all. It looked like the work of a professional assassin.

He hated them. “About Barrett beating the living hell out of Wakely and practically killing her.” He looked at Whitt, who was walking up to us. “It’s all over the news.” I hadn’t thought about the news. Barrett Gilford was a famous, rich guy. Of course, he would be all over the news. “It said that Barrett was arrested and is currently in the county jail. There are some videos of him screaming at the camera,” Whitt said. “Is Wakely okay?” Wynn asked.

Danica whimpered. “He is gone.” Sabrina said moving her fingers through her hair in frustration. The door was still open and the lucid rays of the sun seeped into the house illuminating the dark front room. “How could she do this?” Earnestine asked, her eyes were red. “She killed him.” Danica said pulling away from Earnestine and falling to the wooden floor. Justin Hayder, the former cop of WHPD was gone. The league was gone. Good people always died.

Then, he examined my skeleton closely. "The deceased was fatally injured on the parietal bone. There's a clear indentation—blunt force trauma. Also, judging from the wound surface and surrounding bone cracks, the murderer was obviously much taller than the deceased. Still, we can't rule out the possibility that the deceased was squatting or sitting at the time when the murderer attacked her from behind." Sebastian then intentionally looked at Riley and teased, "Now, let's examine this 'child.' Shall we?" Riley scratched his head, visibly embarrassed. "Mr. Clarke, please don't tease me."

He looked up as I loomed overhead and I saw for the first time who it was. I frowned. “Is that Vasily Kutziyez?” “I’m afraid so.” I gazed with unabashed curiosity at the World Latin American Dancing Champion who had become such a familiar face on television. There is always a moment of internal silence when you are in the presence of death. It is a reminder of your own fragile mortality. “How did he die, Professor?” “Drowning, by the look of it.” Stephen Baker replied. DI Silver stood up and peeled off the gloves. “Better get him out of here before the rain comes.”

He was impressed by this man’s sense of justice. “As you command.” “Also, have Denis Syrum look into the death of Mr. Fredric Wilson. I have a hunch that it’s related to the foiled kidnapping.” Blake said as he made his way to his desk. Mr. Wheaton then called, and the two commands were carried out. Then Susan Writtle entered with her tablet and handed it to Blake. He looked over the documents, and he and Mr. Wheaton went over them. The one that caught Blake’s attention was the Global Entertainment request from Sylvia’s department, and he frowned. Then, he approved the meeting with a sly smile and handed the tablet back to Susan.

I know I've become very ugly now. ... August 20, 2025 The sleeping pills seem to be losing their effectiveness. The doctor advised me to just stay in the hospital. He said it would get more painful toward the end. I refused. I never planned to live until the very end anyway. ... August 25, 2025 ... The original text had been crossed out with a black line. Two new lines were added: Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her.

Captain Whitlock took charge of the scene and did his best to make sure that no evidence was compromised. “So, what do you think?” He asked one of the detectives. “I can see why it would be a suicide. Essentially the whole damn world was hunting him,” she said. “When the heat got close, he couldn’t handle it. So, he took himself out.” “But you don’t believe that.”

"As you wish, Don Moretti. We’ll handle the arrangements." They left, the door clicking shut behind them. I sat alone in the silence, staring at Vito's photo. He was only twenty-five, a kid who made a greedy mistake. He was dead because of my words. I wanted to throw up, but I had to sit there and be the leader they expected. By 11 PM, my phone rang. I stared at the screen for a long time before answering. "It's done," Ricci said. "Clean. He never saw it coming. He was walking to his car after dinner. One shot, professional."

Coincidence or getting rid of a potential witness? She decided to do a bit of digging on the couple listed as witnesses on the accident report. She found a mugshot for Lorenzo Sabin dated a year after Adam’s death. He was booked on charges of possession, gun charges, and driving while under the influence. But what jumped out at Amber even more, was another hit on Sabin, while serving his sentence for those crimes, he was found hanged in his cell. It was ruled as a suicide. What the fuck were the odds that two different men named in Adam’s case, both wound up dead in prison within a few years after the wreck?