Shattered Cold Case Novels & Stories

My hands were shaking now, not just from the cold. I pressed them against my thighs to stop it. “And then she was gone. Her, her mom, her dad, Ethan. The house empty like they’d never lived there. And yet the police act like it’s a cold case already. Like four people don’t matter enough to keep looking.” I finally turned my head toward him to find his face pale under the hood, glasses catching the faint orange from the distant streetlight. He looked… wrong. Frozen. Like I’d just dropped something heavy on him and he didn’t know how to pick it up.

Burglary at a homeless shelter. One hundred being, murder. Rape. Arson. Or all of the above. I don't know if things have changed over the three years I can't recall, but the last I was informed, Grimsborrow rarely had cases that could keep the sheriff's department busy. "Okay." "It is painful for me to tell you this, but we can't continue with your family's case. There are no leads. No DNA. Nothing to follow up on. All alibis check. It would be a waste of time. I'm sorry, but as of right now, the Gastillo murder is a closed case."

With another quick search of the department files, Jimmy found there was one mention of the address. Almost forty-five years earlier a young Detective named Natalia Slovak had investigated a missing person at the same location. Jimmy read the case notes and discovered the case was never solved. He grew more interested in the home. Not only was it an unsolved case, but the case was assigned to his former partner, Natalia.

I groaned out loud, sex was the last thing going on in my mind, I for one was sure Orion quitting the team in the middle of the highlight of the season, although it didn't affect his college or studies and his admission was not tied down to this, I still had a foreboding feeling that this was going to come back to bite ass, my ass in particular, I didn't want to be roped in this part of his life and I'd really hate that he felt a chivalrous need to defend my honor and he quit the team because of that. I fall to the bad, desperate to get some sort of shuteye before Orion arrived for i feel deep in my bones that I'd need my strength for whatever we had to talk about. The sound of glass shatter

he nodded. We both looked at him, taken aback. “That’s it?” I said. “It’s all over the internet. Why wouldn’t I know?” “Okay,” I sighed. Well, that was… anti-climactic. “How long have you known?” Jina asked. “When they found the body, the NYPD registered it as a homicide, but it looked too similar to some high-profile cases. The FBI took over, but they didn’t find anything. As we speak, the case is turning cold, and they won’t find anything. They think it’s the Shadow Knight’s group, but obviously, no one knows why a simple orphanage guardian would be killed. So, they are considering closing it as just another freak accident,” he informed me, like he would in any other situation—like it was

"If someone with legal authority comes to me, I will repeat it. But I am not putting my name on anything without protection. I have a family." He walked out. I did not move for a full five minutes. Samuel. And the woman with him was Mirabel. They had both been there. Both of them had given a young man money and instructions and left him to carry the guilt of a ruined relationship for eight years while they went home to their polished house and their clean reputations. And I had spent those same eight years punishing Evelyn. I picked up my coffee. My hand was very steady, which surprised me. I had always thought that when I found out something that changed everything, I would feel it dramatic

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

I clenched my fists. Michael’s grip on his gun tightened. Carter barely held himself upright. We were trapped. And Damien knew it. “Hand over the case,” Damien said. “Or I’ll kill you all.” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t let this end like this. We had come too far. Carter had almost died for this. I glanced at Michael. He gave the smallest nod. A signal. I took a slow step forward. “Fine.” Then— I threw the case. Right at Damien’s face.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school. It's currently 6 am and I'm already dressed for school which doesn't start until 8. I could barely sleep after the events of last evening. I was dreading walking through the beige halls of Greenhall and seeing the disdain on the faces of hundreds of elitist kids. They already despised me, who knows what they'll do to me now? Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive?