Short Story Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

"That sign, with the pretty lady's shoe? Give it a right turn, at that corner, then on down Church street. Ye won't miss it." She thanked him, relaxing slightly as he gave her a gruff, "Don' mention it," and continued on her way down the long avenue. The man watched her keenly for a moment, then evidently decided that she was a patron lost; or better yet, was never a patron at all. Stooping to retrieve his abandoned paper, he heaved himself ponderously back atop the crate, pulling his hat snugly about his ears. Pulling a long breath of brisk air into his lungs, he bellowed, "Papers! Get your papers here! Read all the news there is t' know! Another gruesome murder- another! Are your ladies sa

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

It's not as if she feels happy when there is murder, she just cannot wait to unravel clues later and arrest the mastermind behind this mystery. Coincidentally, the crime scene is located near the restaurant she used to work for as a part-time while waiting for the results of her exam about two years ago. Last month the restaurant close because of bankruptcy. She parked her car in front of the close restaurant. Her partner, Alex Perez approach her who obviously came first than her.

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

**** Grief hung heavily in the air within the Maxwell mansion after the hullabaloo of their son's murder remained unsolved. With the passage of time, hope gradually faded, and the search for the killer was reluctantly abandoned. The atmosphere in the mansion grew somber, a blend of fond memories of their lost son and the burden of unanswered inquiries. As the trail turned cold, a resolute detective named Evelyn Greywood entered their home as she was secretly hired, sparking a renewed investigation. Through her careful review of evidence and interviews, she began to uncover concealed family tensions and buried secrets that had long been overlooked.

As if they already knew what they were going to say. In the dead of night, there's a ghost. Last night, there were two bangs on the wall. No one can tell where the room is in the image. Nobody knows how the package got into the room of the little missus. Nobody knows who's lactose intolerant, and no one has admitted who Sophia was the night before the first present was discovered. He boasted at first about how simple it is to track down the killer when it's only an insider... Despite this, hundreds of people labor in this massive mansion. He was unable to locate that one person!

Chloe wondered at him. "Oh. Well, it's pretty cut and dry. You're suspected of murder. We look into it to see if there is any evidence to prove one way or the other. You've got nothing to worry about if your story adds up with the scene and the neighbor. Mostly today, we wondered about the time line…and all those condoms." He gave her a heated look, and she nearly melted on the spot. "Wait. The neighbor?" She blinked and tried to clear away the hot steamy daydream that was creeping up.

A single streetlamp flickered near the path to the lake, and I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at the water. I walked faster. My list was growing. Ashley Bright, my too-friendly roommate with the cigarette scar and the easy questions. Professor Vance, Madden Lighter, the dark-haired girl eating a banana alone, who had once been Alice's friend and then wasn't. And Helena Vance, the professor's daughter, with her perfect smile and her cold eyes and her warning wrapped in sympathy. Five names. Five suspects. And somewhere in the shadows, at least one killer. My chest ached,a deep, hollow throb, I was tired of bearing.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.