Sarah Goode Murder Novels & Stories

***** Amanda went on with her normal routine, but that morning was slightly different. Amanda had just got back from her morning run, she was about going to change out of her sweaty clothes and take a cool shower when she heard a distracting news on her TV set. “One Miss Sarah Bright was found dead in her apartment on Tuesday morning by one of her neighbor who said she came by to return the cooler she had borrowed from Sarah. The neighbor, Mrs. Gift Sylva, had told the reporters that she met the door open, and like she normally did, she walked in and found Sarah lying dead on living room floor. That was when she called the police. Today, the police says: the result came out negative; they st

" Sara sat back. She looked at the ceiling for exactly three seconds. Then she looked back at the screen. "His name was Marcus Webb," she said. "He was my partner for three years. We worked Behavioral Analysis together. He went missing on an undercover assignment two years ago. Six weeks later his body was recovered from a ravine outside Billings." She stopped. "I identified him. I signed the paperwork. I went to the funeral." Roman said nothing. "I need you to tell me," Sara said quietly, "whether it is possible that the body I identified was not Marcus Webb." Roman held her gaze.

“I swear. I came for you.” Her eyes filled with tears again. “Why?” she whispered. “Why would you come for me?” “Because Tariq ruined my life too. And the only way to end him is you.” Sarah’s face twisted at the name. “Tariq…” she whispered, like it tasted like poison. “Yes,” I said firmly. “I know what he did. I know what he is. And I know you are the only one who can kill him.” Sarah trembled. Her chains rattled softly. “He… he promised me love,” she whispered. “He promised me safety. He...he...murdered me...”

Marcus testified about how Sophia had stolen credit for my kidney donation, how she'd used that lie to destroy my marriage. The evidence was overwhelming. Security footage, weapons, testimonies from the mercenaries who'd turned on their employers for reduced sentences. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" Judge Martinez asked. "We have, Your Honor." I held Dominic's hand as the foreman stood up. "For the defendant Sarah Harrison, on the charge of conspiracy to commit first-degree murder, we find the defendant guilty." Sarah's face went white. "On the charge of solicitation of murder, we find the defendant guilty." "On the charge of attempted murder of Ava Moretti, we find the defendant guilty."

Her fingers traced a chipped saucer. “She - she said someone was following her.” That line cut clean through Lena’s practiced calm. Following. Not coincidence. Patterns, she knew, were less empathetic than grief. A local medical examiner’s report, she had managed to pry loose contradicted the police summary. There were marks on Sarah’s wrists, faint but consistent with heavy restraint. Time of death overlapped with other killings in the last month. A name kept appearing in connection with anonymous donations and unseen construction permits: Rathbone Holdings.

And I let him. Sarah's face flashes in my mind, and the guilt twists deeper and sharper, like a knife turning in my gut. Sarah Chen, twenty-nine years old, a decorated officer, and one of the best detectives I've ever worked with. She went into that mansion knowing she might never come out. She endured days of torture, days of unimaginable pain. She died for this mission. She died believing that her sacrifice would mean something, that we'd catch Don Emilio and make him pay for everything he'd done.

Matthew, taking a deep breath, finally stands up. "I request the floor, your honor." "The floor will be given once the announcement of the new suspect is made." And it is Crimson who stands up, straightening the tie of his suit, "Your Honor, after fierce analysis and investigation into this case, all evidence points to Sarah Camila Jones as the culprit in the murder of Margaret Parker." Everyone immediately begins to speak at once, horrified. Joshua faces Emanuele, who still can't focus her own vision or even the shouts of protest that echo throughout the room.

And visiting Sarah's house might just be the key to unlocking the truth. Then immediately Kaido set out to his car with Mark beside him, and they drove up to Sarah's place. On getting to Sarah's place, the first thing they were met with was blood stain and the door was opened, meaning Sage didn't even take caution immediately she killed Sarah, she definitely ran away. Mark said to Kaido, "She didn't even try to cover her tracks. She must have been in a hurry to get out of here." Kaido nodded his head, his eyes scanning the scene before them. They entered the house, and saw Sarah's dead body, the blood still fresh since she was killed on that very day. Kaido shook his head as he stood at Sara

When Levi saw that I had managed to hold on until the third syringe, he panicked and portrayed the Larsons as hypocritical businessmen so that he could reinforce the idea that I had murdered them. However, he had been in too much of a rush. All the memories he had cobbled together were full of loopholes. He had even arranged for someone to come and kill Vivian in order to keep up the act. Levi thought that he had succeeded, but he had never imagined that I would hold out until the fourth syringe. I didn't have any proof, and all the evidence that the police had pointed toward me. No matter how good I was at talking, I wouldn't be able to prove my innocence. The truth about everyone's death w

Sarah had been planning to escape, to fight back, to expose what was happening here. Sarah had been murdered..