Novel & Cerita Sarah Goode Murder

“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.

He forwarded a file toward him. "As I have already told you, the day when Miss Sarah went out with her… husband and almost met with an accident, it was preplanned. Someone wanted to either kill her badly or injure her to scare her." Jonah said and on record, Mr King's turned dark. "I already know that, Jonah. Tell me what else you got." He said in a cold tone which was capable enough to send chills down to Jonah's spine. "I got the person who was driving the car that day." Jonah answered and King looked at him with the same expression.

Hell anyone would be afraid of who I was. I sat up on the bed and swung my legs to the side of the bed in a sexual manner. “I am talking to you Felicity, do not waste my time did you kill that woman?” he asked in a smaller tone. I completely ignored him and walked out of the room. the both of them followed me and I could sense Joseph’s rage from all the way over here. “Did she really kill someone?” Sarah asked my husband. She was going to be in for a shock. I was certain that the assassination was tied to her in some way but I had no proof and since I had no proof I had no case.

Stay on your game. But then he realized Genevieve wasn’t wondering why he would ask. She wasn't suspecting his motives. She was deciding how much to tell him. She was calculating how much to let him into the dark, bloody corners of her life. “Sarah, believe it or not, was almost murdered,” Genevieve said smoothly. “She was staying out of the city by then, and someone broke in, tried to kill her, and left her for dead.” “Whoa,” Christian said, forcing a look of genuine surprise. “Who ordered the hit?”

It was a sad day when we had to tell them that we found her body and she wouldn't be coming home again for holidays or summer vacation. The next photo was of her with her throat cut open and her one hand cut off. Her face, different from what her parents gave us. Sarah griffin, only twenty-two years old, her face sunken in, and teeth completely rotten from a couple of years of drug use. I remembered her well. She was the first case I worked on. I remembered all the faces of the victims.