Sarah Goode Murder Novels & Stories

"The syndicate. She went to them. Tried to make a deal. The files for money and protection. They took the files. Then they killed her. " Maya made a sound. Broken. Anguished. "No. No, she can 't be. " "I' m sorry, Maya. But she ' " s gone. Sarah was in my arms. She didn 't understand what was happening but she felt the tension. Started crying. "Shh, " I whispered. "It' s okay. You ' re okay. " "Is Mama dead?" Sarah asked. I didn 't know how to answer. Didn

“Old Mr. Wilson died on the spot. Marianne was seriously injured. Sarah was arrested.” Vivian’s heart slammed. “Arrested… then what?” “At first, it looked like everything would go the obvious way,” the doctor said carefully. “On the day of sentencing, right before the judge was going to rule, Zachary walked into the courtroom with new evidence.” He leaned in slightly, voice lower. “Sarah was released immediately. Olivia was convicted as the killer.” Vivian shot up. “What? How is that possible?” The doctor looked at her swollen eyes, the tears still clinging to her lashes. Her grief made her look fragile in a way that pulled at people’s instincts.

Valdez and daughter Essa heading to the cemetery. My chest tightens as I scroll through more articles, each one worse than the last. *SEBASTIAN VALDEZ’S FAMILY TRAGEDY: ANOTHER CASUALTY OF DRUNK DRIVING *SARAH VALDEZ: A LIFE CUT SHORT—SUICIDE OR SOMETHING MORE SINISTER?* *BLOOD ON HIS HANDS: DID SEBASTIAN PUSH HIS WIFE TO COMMIT SUICIDE?* The details of Sarah’s death are chilling. She bled out in the freezing woods of upstate New York, her body succumbing to hypothermia. Some reports call it suicide. Others blame Sebastian, painting him as the villain in a sordid tale of betrayal and despair.

Sarah listened in shock. "I was in a board meeting when my grandfather was rushed to the hospital just few months after my father's assassination. The old man was mistakenly given a counterfeit medicine by my trusted physician. He passed away almost immediately. This, in addition to the death of my close friend, Henry, who was killed by the police for driving without license, brought me to my new profession which I now find more interesting than meeting your type," Sarah was engrossed in this pieces of information. She stared vacantly into the space. This was so touching. She sighed heavily and said,

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?

He gurgled and gagged on his own blood, his body jerking a few times before it went cold. Elizabeth screamed in disbelief, running toward Noah’s lifeless body. "No! Dad!" Her voice broke, but her cries were drowned out by the sound of Detective Sarah Chen’s gun firing. Three more shots into Noah’s heart, ensuring he was well and truly dead. "That’s for my father," Sarah muttered under her breath. "You had him executed for investigating your crimes when I was ten. And, I swore from that day to make it my life mission to take you down," she confessed.

"And after that, you can easily leave this country. I will arrange the tickets and other documents for you." In the days leading up to her scheduled execution, Zakariah had taken it upon himself to investigate Sarah's background, to learn more about the woman whose life hung in the balance. He had spoken to the locals, to the hospital staff, and to anyone who could shed light on her character and her actions during her time in their midst. And what he had discovered had surprised him.

He hung up . Sarah didn't know what to do. She couldn't bring herself to kill someone so innocent, she also didn't want to loose her dream of becoming a security agent. 'I am sorry, Brandon. I have to do this' She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. 'Killing by poisoning, or killing by shooting?'. * Beatrice held Trisha's hands as they walked into the mall. They didn't go to the shopping section, they went to the eating section and paid for a whole table.

" Sarah denied it with frustration. "You are the only one who has the motive. I knew that something was wrong with that will. You and Anne must have tricked Nigel into writing that will and because you don't want Nigel to regain consciousness. That's why you killed him!" Dorothy said. "Why you-" Sarah was devastated as it was and was livid to be accused of murder. "Anthony, you need to capture this woman. She is a homewrecker who hasn't done anything good in her life. No one else could do such a thing apart from her!" Dorothy said to Anthony.

“I’m so damn sorry.” “Nikolia.” The name hung heavy in the air. After Dmitry’s death, my capos had uncovered information about Nikolia—Dmitry’s son, a threat even greater than his father. We had to act. Their phones were hacked, conversations monitored, and every call tracked. It was the only way to keep her safe, Sarah. I had to cut Sarah out of my life to protect her. She would have been a prime target. And my suspicions were right. After Sarah left, I dated another woman to throw Nikolia off. She was a whore I found in a brothel, a decoy. A month later, I found her dead with a bullet in her head.