Novel & Cerita Short Story Murder Mystery

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

he said grabbing the newspaper and throwing it on the bed as I sighed heavily pulling up the bed sheet to cover myself nicely. I peeped at the paper as he sighed heavily. ‘What do you think?” He asked me as I sighed heavily. ‘Another murder?” I asked and he nodded his head. ‘Yesterday while I was busy here” He replied, the murderer was in the pack close to here as I swallowed hard. “Let me get changed quickly,” I said to him brushing back my hair and he widened his eyes. “Turn around please?” I said still holding tight to the sheet.

It was a scary feeling. Thankfully watching the man that she had spent the day with, the man that she really liked, getting thrown into a police cruiser was enough to snap her out of her daze. Then she went to get him from the police station, which was a new experience for her. Now, they were going all Scooby-Doo gang trying to solve the mystery of the motel murderer. The were making list, compiling evidence and so on. But who better than them? He is an expert in serial killers having been raised by one and she is an expert busy body, having been raised by one and having made it into a career.

"I saw the cops pull you aside and speak to you. What were they asking you?" "We had the same class together, that's all. It's too bad that he died like this. He seemed like such a nice guy." I pouted. I intentionally avoided his question about the cops as I didn't feel like making up more lies. The student nodded. His eyes were dark, as if he was devastated about Eddie's death. "I am Ryan, by the way. God, I can't believe someone murdered him like that." Whatever, Ryan. You probably love this, I thought to myself. This murder is perhaps the most exciting thing that has happened in this shitty little town. I just made these boring people's lives more exciting by giving them something to goss

Charlie Brown looked up at the wall clock and saw that the time was thirty minutes past one.she sighed. Sometimes, life at this old place seemed to drag on for hours. She looked around her office and was once again hit with the knowledge that this place told a story of it’s own. There were tales of secrets and lies, hidden crimes and deaths. Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

I asked, leaning casually against the counter, my tone dripping with fake innocence. She sighed, her eyes distant as she stirred her coffee. “It’s good. The people are lovely. I just feel horrible about the murder that was broadcasted today.” Ah, now this piqued my interest. A murder? In this quiet little town? I raised an eyebrow. “What murder?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, but my curiosity was definitely winning out. She looked up at me, her gaze full of that sad, too-knowing expression. "A woman was killed at Crimson Creek," she said quietly.

I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline. “They dug up those two murderer blokes from In Cold Blood,” I don’t want to tell her she’s won by kilometres just yet. “Why?” “Something about some murders in Florida,” So I just nod quietly, pretending to turn it over for a moment. I wonder how I managed to let that one slip through the cracks. I’ve only read the novel about a hundred times. “I suppose you win today.”

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

I took it with a heavy heart and left his office. After reaching my aunts' home through a cab, I went straight to my room. Aunt was probably busy with something, while Ethan and Damein must be sleeping because of their night duty. I put my file on the table and opened the book I had brought along with me and started reading through it. It was a murder case where a husband killed her wife for stealing his money. But why? I asked myself. I mean how a wife stole that money which her husband is earning for her, or he is not providing her enough for living so she stole it, and he got furious and killed her. She died on the spot. I don't why he gave me such a simple case, or maybe it is simple so