Six Suspects Novel Ending Explained Novels & Stories

The truth about everyone's death would have remained a secret. Luckily, the truth had finally been revealed. I lay in Vivian's arms and closed my eyes, finally feeling at peace. Levi could see that things had gone wrong. He tried to escape, but the police officers at the door caught him at once. "Viv, I saved your father's life! You can't treat me like this! "I was the one who fell for you first! Why was that ingrate able to beat me to marrying you? What right does he have to do that?"

The investigation for Henrietta's death had concluded in record time, and Gabriel was cleared of all suspicions. And now, similarly, Ginger's family's massacre had been solved in a similar fashion. She wondered if the police had become truly efficient in cracking murder cases or if all of this was premeditated—perhaps even the supposed culprits that would be caught were planted there. Belle's phone started ringing with a call from Ginger. She composed herself before picking up the call. "Hello?" "Belle! They found the murderer! It was just some psychotic serial killer that did it! Gabe is innocent, after all! Thank the Gods!

I replied as I walked into the private room she was in. The whole place reeked, it was too white, too gloomy and gosh I hated hospitals but for my mate I was willing to stay as many days as possible. I wasn’t leaving her side no matter what. ********************************** I couldn’t stop glancing at Alysia with astonishment as she narrated her ordeal. My prime suspect was Sarah but it still didn’t add up. There was no way Sarah would have poisoned mom when she saw the last to arrive. My mind drifted to Victoria. She was the only one who brought Sarah to this pack, they must’ve conspired together.

My mother had buried her face in her hands while Daxon was clenching and wheezing. "This new revelation changes everything," Vivian straightened her posture in the seat and claimed, "we will hear from the alpha king before taking a break until the next date." Reynard closed his eyes and took a deep breath, escaping the eyes that were held on his face. "With everyone coming out and the family focusing on dismissing the case, I don’t think anyone is any less of a suspect. The main suspects would be----," he took a deep breath, letting his wolf take over his eyes and shine a bright color to announce, "Charles, Marissa, Adra Majestic, and Alpha Daxon."

Matthew, taking a deep breath, finally stands up. "I request the floor, your honor." "The floor will be given once the announcement of the new suspect is made." And it is Crimson who stands up, straightening the tie of his suit, "Your Honor, after fierce analysis and investigation into this case, all evidence points to Sarah Camila Jones as the culprit in the murder of Margaret Parker." Everyone immediately begins to speak at once, horrified. Joshua faces Emanuele, who still can't focus her own vision or even the shouts of protest that echo throughout the room.

I demanded. “Yes,” he replied as I released my grip, causing him to step backwards to catch his balance. “Anybody else?” I asked. “Nobody that I know of,” Mike said as he bent over to catch his breath. “Well, it looks like we have two suspects,” I replied, turning away from Mike as he glared up at me. He may believe his sister was innocent, but this wolf was one of her best friends. It is no coincidence that she is dead.

Hector, seeing her expression, extended his hand. "Give me the phone." Theresa handed it to him, her hand trembling. "Albia, it's Hector," her voice was calm. "What exactly is going on?" On the other end, Albia seemed to shrink back. "Hector, hi... Look, I'm just repeating what I heard. The police still don't know who did this, but they have some suspects." "And who are their suspects?" Johan and you. "And you believe that?" Hector's question was direct and dangerous.

My memory was a little sketchy after so long away from the file, but they were close enough to where there was no denying it—whoever killed Three also killed Four. “Shit.” I turned to look at him, to say more, when Seven raised his gun at Marissa. “No!” The file fell from my hands. Six stormed forward and grabbed on to my neck again, then forced me backward, slamming me onto the floor. A shot rang out, reverberating through my ear, setting off a loud ringing. My vision blurred for a moment and everything lost focus. Six’s hand was tight around my neck and I looked to my left to find a gun in his hand.

Mike wink at Alex and both smirk. Mark felt goosebumps on his body, he turned around in fear looking at Mike. “Hmm, I think you are correct. If everybody is dead and only Mr. Mark Taylor is alive, then we can detain as a suspect of a serial killer.” “No, everyone is not dead, one person is alive.” “What?” Alex and Mike said in unison. “Yes, there was one more person.”

Back in another decade. Another life. Finally, she whispered: "They betrayed him." Silence. Sebastian's voice came out barely above a whisper. "My father?" Eleanor closed her eyes. "All three of them." The answer shattered everything they thought they knew. Because until now, Victor Sketer, Richard Crouch, and Nathaniel Hart had been victims of the mystery. Suddenly, they looked like suspects. Lena felt her heart racing. "What did they do?" Eleanor looked toward the window. The sun was sinking now.