Shattered Cold Case Novels & Stories

AFTER 6 months of investigation, countless interviews, and dead-end evidence, LAPD Officers H. Gilberts and J. Peralta exhausted everything they had. “I got nothing,” Officer H. Gilberts says. “Same here. Sad to say we have another cold case in our hands,” Officer J. Peralta says as he puts the case files inside the box. -

Dad said, “You never fail to make me proud. You really know how to do your job fast and clean. Is this all set?” Cater pulled out a paper again, “No, actually, I heard that Alpha and his team were investigating about two cold cases.” How did he know about that? Where did he get that information? That’s confidential. “The shootout that happened ten years ago, and this,” he handed him another paper, “The rumored suicide of Adri Felicidad, the late daughter of Royale Felicidad.” I didn’t know that Alpha is looking into those cases. They are considered cold cases since it has been ten years since the shootout, and the police acknowledge the fact that it might be an attack from terrorists to thre

Three fucking years. And now, finally, one of them. One of the animals who destroyed my life had been caught. After all the cold trails, the failed raids, the fake leads, and the police deciding it was a cold case with no leads, I finally had a pulse on one of the men who touched her. Hurt her. Left her to die like roadkill in a forgotten building on Raycon Street. And just like that, my mind wasn’t in the car anymore. It was back there.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Nico walked into the mansion, his steps heavy. Ever since he left Celine's office, his heart was completely broken. Celine, his wife, whom he used to love so much, was now so cold and distant. Nico felt very disappointed, and there was a feeling that he could no longer put up with all this.

He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal. The attacker was Cecilia. She had been immediately subdued and arrested by the police at the scene. During the interrogation afterward, I learned about her motive. It turned out Cecilia's life had been miserable lately. Evan had long since grown disgusted with her and actively sabotaged her in business circles, nearly driving her to ruin. She repeatedly begged Evan for forgiveness, desperately hoping to regain his affection and return to his side. But Evan coldly rejected her. He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again."

With the scars and bruises he saw on her, as well as the drugs injected into her, she is in need of medical treatment. He got up on his feet, making his way to an ambulance, when the cop from before returned, with another officer in tow. The latter older, and had the air of authority around him. “Mr. Riverdale. This is a surprise,” the older cop spoke. “When we were told by an anonymous caller that you would be here, I didn’t think they truly meant it. Were you also the one who stopped the Night Howlers?” “There was another group who came here. They stopped the mafia. All I did was find a lost acquaintance,” Forrest answered, telling most of the truth.

I collapsed onto the blood-stained floor. My phone rang. It was my second-in-command, Marcus, his voice frantic. "Boss! Mrs. Torrino's car... it exploded on I-94. The feds are on scene... Boss, they're saying... there are no survivors."

The fall of the House of Van Doren was not a quiet affair. It was a spectacular, public disintegration that gripped the city for months. After the night at the pier, the threads of their empire unraveled with terrifying speed. Investigations revealed a rotting core of corruption: the bribing of Detective Cliffer, the systematic tampering with evidence, and finally, Jessica’s harrowing, recorded confession regarding the cold-blooded murder of Gracious Auckan.

Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]