Sarah Goode Murder Novels & Stories

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

Nicky's POV It was on the news the next morning. Police and FBI looking for a suspect in the murder of a Jane Doe. Burned and tortured beyond recognition. Ryder had sent FBI teams out looking for Volkov and Sarah immediately after hanging up the phone. No one had found her. Until early this morning. She was found in an abandoned building. No identification. That wasn't surprising. The world never knew who Sarah Smith was. She was invisible and she had liked it that way.

On the other hand, Eliza closed her eyes in agony. The prosecutor stood up. “From Thomas’ words, it can be sufficiently proven that Sarah had the motive for murder. Based on the words of Sarah’s ex-boyfriend, we know that her capability in hypnosis is exceptional. The last person Jennifer met was Sarah. Within half an hour after Sarah left, an accident happened to Jennifer and she passed away. We’ve consulted an expert psychologist as well. If Sarah had hypnotized Jennifer first, it was definitely possible to make Jennifer disoriented and die from a fall.”

She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was trying to cover up a bigger conspiracy, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Sarah was killed in an execution style, and she was twenty-five at the time. Her body was discovered ten minutes after Emma's parents' bodies. Her case went cold as it was ruled out as an armed robbery gone wrong. She hadn't even heard about it until today. Meaning that somebody had used all their resources to make sure it was buried. Or, it was a situation of her department being lazy and annoyed, refusing to invest time in her case as they saw it as a waste of resources.

Murdering someone I have been given express orders not to kill would be one of those lines. But for the first time in my long, bloody career, I am going to take a risk that likely will end that very career. Even though I have no valid reason to want to kill Clark Grobe—he was innocent of the accusations lodged against him, after all. But after everything that has happened over the last week, this is something I have to do for myself—and for Mary Sue as well. I know after listening to the tapes of Clark abusing Becky, Mary Sue wanted him dead as much as I did. This transgression will be my way of honoring her memory—a kill we would have done together, if we could have.

It seemed as if he spent the better half of his time eating delicacies rather than chasing criminals. ‘Sir, the victim is Esha Arora, the CEO of Arora Cements. Died of asphyxiation which was preceded by a severe blow to the head,’ said the sub-inspector in a well-rehearsed manner, pausing to allow the inspector examine the body. ‘The victim was last seen by the housemaid at 4.30 pm. She was wearing a black sweater ... We have not been able to locate it yet.’ The inspector glanced up in surprise. ‘What do you mean by not been able to locate?’

he added with a slight confusion on his face. "Well, I do wish your words were true, Clark," Michael said, looking at the top of the ceiling, "Our director was brutally murdered by some unknown men who are in search of the passage to the light. Do you think it is a mere coincidence that Robert Lond was killed?" "I can't explain what I don't know," Clark responded, feeling frustrated. Savannah gave Michael an awkward look as she turned to face him. Then she turned to face Clark, her face now clouded with confusion and disbelief as if she had awaken from a nightmare. “My husband was murdered by members of the Priory of Göteborg,” she said.

“So there’s three more women who’ve held the seat between Sarah and Okafor?” “Four,” said Aiden. “Sarah died last before the massacre, of natural causes, if you can believe it.” His jaw worked side to side, his expression hard. “I never knew her well, but she was afraid of something in her final years, and stopped attending to the council as much as she used to, when she could help it.” Cole shifted forward in his chair, tension rolling off him in thick waves. “Afraid of what?”

Agent Torres took notes, occasionally asking for clarification, her expression growing grimmer with each detail. "Sarah Walsh," I said, my voice catching on the name. "The woman who helped me. Did you, was her death really suicide?" Agent Torres hesitated. "The autopsy results were inconclusive. But given everything we've learned about Willowbrook's operations, we're treating it as a homicide investigation." So Sarah had been murdered. Just like I'd suspected. "We're building cases against everyone involved," Agent Torres continued. "The doctors, the administrators, the guards. They'll all face charges. Human trafficking, conspiracy, false imprisonment, assault, murder. The list goes on."

“Would you… tell me what happened to her?” Sarah let out a broken sob and buried her face in her hand, “She died in an accidental fall off a cliff.” Laurel was not surprised that was all she knew. She doubted anyone besides her, the goddess, and the killer knew she’d been murdered. “Did they find the body?”