Shattered Cold Case Novels & Stories

her voice started to crack a tiny bit and her hands were shaking. “Sorry, I haven’t talked about this for a long time.” She looked down at her hands. “Jason’s best friend died suddenly about six years ago and things just haven’t been the same since.” she said it in one breath as quickly as she could and then sighs looking up at me. It’s like she’s waiting for something to happen for me to do something but I’m not sure what. “and Tiny?” I ask hoping that I’m not pressing my luck. She lets out a breathy laugh smiling, not a happy one but a longing smile.

"Even the ones who have not deserved it." He goes. I sit in the waiting room with Iris in my lap and Lucien's hand on mine and the specific, trembling exhaustion of someone who spent four minutes rewriting the terms of a war through the one gap in a dangerous man's armor that nobody had previously identified as a gap at all. The squad cars arrive ninety seconds later. The waiting room is entirely ordinary. Volkov is already gone. And somewhere in the pocket of my jacket, Nadia's number is waiting to receive the call that will begin a forty year cold case search for a nine year old girl named Mila, who may or may not be findable, but who deserves, at minimum, to have someone finally look.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I gently slid my hand into his. His palm was warm, but his fingers were completely limp, offering none of the tight, protective pressure that usually grounded me. "I'm here, Caspian," I whispered, my voice cracking as I leaned down, my tears finally overflowing and hot against his knuckles. "The police took Richard. The Swiss ledger is gone. The press is calling it the largest financial collapse in history. You won, Caspian. We won. You just have to wake up and see it." The monitor beside his head beeped in a steady, agonizingly slow rhythm, a mechanical reminder that his spirit was drifting somewhere far beyond my reach.

Arman could at least one or two best friends in his life. ------------------------ The investigation for the death of Police Inspector Kevin Shunn, along with the other victims of the serial killer is still ongoing. Without nothing to go on, the case is more likely to end up as a cold case. The media is slowly losing interest about the serial killer. If not because of Bartholomew Carter's documentaries, people would have forgotten about it already. "Sullivan, Williams, Captain wants to talk to the two of you." "Uh-oh. Another sermon from the priest." Fred exclaimed before leaving his chair.

a business so vile Preston felt bile rise in his throat. He found video logs, too. Ivy never appeared in them, she was smarter than that but her voice echoed in the background. Smooth and cold “I want the girl with the violet eyes. No bruises.” “The rifles better be clean. NATO grade. I don’t want rusted Scottish trash.” “Dump the bodies at sea. Make it look like an accident.” Every time he clicked something new, he felt another piece of his soul blacken. And then there was Project Thorne. A file so heavily protected it took him ten minutes just to open the damn thing. And when he did…

Three against two. Paulette gritted his teeth. Then, he picked up the sledgehammer from the props prepared by the Death Judge. Crack! The sledgehammer broke the left collarbone. However, the pain of breaking the collarbone still made Paulette break out in cold sweat. His entire shirt was soaked. At this moment, the monitor flashed again. The second game was completed, and the third five-minute countdown began. In the office of Zero Major Crimes Unit of the New York Police Department…

As for whether he would regret everything when the truth came out, I no longer cared. Maybe when the truth was finally revealed, my soul would be completely freed. After the case was made public on Elarin's missing persons network, some response came back. Many came forward to report missing female wolves, but unfortunately, none of their DNA matched mine. Once again, the investigation hit a dead end. Benson thought for a moment and said, "The case has made no progress. Let's switch perspectives. What if we investigated the wolfsbane bomb the rogue made?" The other officers nodded in agreement. "As far as I know, there aren't many who know how to make that kind of bomb."

Until someone placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me back. Until I stood in the hallway, numb, staring at a closed door. Damian Navarro was still alive when I left that room. But something in me knew. The collapse wasn’t just physical. It was the beginning of the end.

I had even let slip some of his shady past deeds to the cops, painting him in an even darker light. The case was a whirlwind, and Seth was quickly behind bars, charged with sexual assault. The headlines screamed scandal, and the public ate up the story of the company exec who had preyed on his subordinate, the CEO's wife. Seth's name was mud, and his career was over before he knew it, as the company he worked for washed their hands of him. Through it all, Ruby seemed to find her footing again, comforted by the thought that the worst was behind her. She believed I bought her act as the victim, and I played the doting husband to a tee.

Brick had noted the tone and the apparent focus everyone had just as Sheriff Tillman came walking up toward him the moment his bike had come to a stop after he turned it off but remained seated on it as he met the old Sheriff's gaze. "There's been a new development in the cold case." said the old man sounding almost grateful. "Your boys have been getting right to it since you were assigned and Rooster, I believe his name is, recalled something from a while back that indicated the bastard and the girl had come through here some years back." "Alright then out with it old timer," said Brick folding his arms across his massive chest as he turned his attention toward Rooster. Rooster rolled his e