Sarah Goode Murder Novels & Stories

"Relieved, though, but I'm grateful and heartbroken at the same time." "Can you tell us what happened?" Raymond stepped forward. "We've been wrongly imprisoned for weeks. We finally provided evidence proving that my stepdaughter, Sarah Henderson, is actually The Broker. She framed us because we discovered the truth and wanted to expose her." "That's a lie!" I screamed at the television. The screen shifted to a video, showing grainy footage from the subway station of me shooting Margaret Hart-Volkov. "As you can see," Raymond's voice narrated, "Sarah Henderson executed Margaret Hart in cold blood. Margaret was trying to stop her operation."

She wept that night recalling all the times she took care of her mother, all the times the crack never allowed her to speak a word, just lying on the floor, high on drugs she could not pronounce. She recalled seeing Sarah pale almost as indifferent from the grains of sand on the beach where she laid. Her lips had a line of blue still sewed together with some threads. She had a carving on her abdomen and a slit hand. Four months after Sarah went missing, she was found dead and according to the detectives, it was not a fast one. **** Agent Carson walked out of the interrogation room, “am I missing something?” he turned to the other two agents. “I had her in there. She already told me why she d

Allen had just informed him via the mind link that the shooter had been apprehended. Reece began to move towards the dungeons where he'd requested the person be put. Now, he would get some answers on why exactly anyone would try to assassinate him in front of his pack. ******** Sarah was livid. No, she was more than livid, she was furious. She had planned everything out. She found the girl just before the Primo pack left. She had played on her emotions and incited her so subtly. Not that she had needed to do much anyway as she was already on a roll. Then she'd snuck her back to her house.

**@LegalEagle_John:** "Actually, if these chats are admitted in court, Sarah’s 'no motive' defense for the parents' death is gone. Resentment over an inheritance and 'stolen' place is the oldest motive in the book." 6. **@HollywoodInside:** "I’ve worked with Sarah. She always had this weird way of staring at Val when Val wasn't looking. We thought it was admiration. Now? It looks like she was sizing up her prey. Chills." 7. **@CillianVane_Watch:** "If Sarah was chasing Jaxson and he rejected her for Val, did she move on to Cillian just to spite Valerie? Is Cillian the consolation prize or a partner in crime? Someone check on Cillian!"

"UNMASKED EDITORIAL EMPIRE: Decades-Long Manipulation and Crime Scheme Exposed" • The New York Times "Matthew Morrison and James Cooper Arrested in Federal Police Operation" • Washington Post "Richard Bennett, Editorial Magnate, Found Dead in Bangkok: Suicide or File Destruction?" • The Guardian Sophia The morning sun streams through the windows of our new home. It has been three months since that night at Sarah’s farm, and I’m still learning not to look over my shoulder every five minutes.

"He refused a particular assignment. One of national importance." "So you sacrificed him," Diego said, the pieces falling into place. "Used Sarah to put him away." "Temporarily," Blackwood specified. "Until he reconsiders our offer. Prison has a way of clarifying one's priorities." Sarah felt sick. Her career-defining case had been orchestrated from the beginning. She'd been nothing but a pawn in Blackwood's game. "And now what?" she demanded. "Kill us both? Frame Diego for my murder? Create another convenient prosecution?"

Chapter Fifteen “And you think that’s our guy?” The detective asked. Sarah nodded. “He looks similar to the guy you're looking for and ever since the whole case got publicized, he vanished. No one heard from him, no one saw him.” Detective Banes stared at her. “Did you notice anything suspicious before the murder took place? Maybe he bought something odd or…?” Sarah shook her head, slightly embarrassed. “No, we don't live together but I just have a feeling he has something to do with this,” she replied.

He is a dirty cop, too; he needs to be stopped. "Oh, okay, so where is Sarah Washington then? Wade asked." Here." She came forward, and I saw my wife walk closer to Wade! She stuck out her hand, "It's nice to meet you. Also, thank you for bringing him out. I knew once he found out I was dead, he would stop." No! he would still look for me even after my death. “I am Sarah Washington! she said to Wade. “So, you’re the woman supposed to be dead?" Wade said." "

The officer stopped Mom as she rolled up her sleeves and gently guided her back into her seat. "That video uses an AI face swap. It isn't your daughter. But her ID has been found in the hands of a criminal ring. We believe she's in serious danger." Just then, a policewoman rushed in with a report. "Captain, the body recovered from Blackreed Creek... DNA confirmed it's Kaia Keene."

I didn't know why I was taking them, but something deep inside me urged me to shove the entire box into my bag. I moved to the back of the filing room, toward the “Cold Records” section. Months ago, a human woman—a hitchhiker who had wandered too close to the pack’s southern border—had been killed in a hit-and-run by a drunken warrior. The pack elders had hushed it up, burying her in an unmarked grave and letting her paperwork rot in the “Unclaimed” drawer. **Sarah Miller.** Twenty-three. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Perfect. I pulled her social security card and her dusty, battered birth certificate from the folder. She was a ghost this pack had buried, and tonight, I was going to haunt her life