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before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 45 . "Yh me too. And it baffles me allot. The killer has been killing kids and teenagers lately. Why is this middle aged man his target now?" Elena asked as she buried her face on her palms. "Ok, except for Phillips" she said finally, raising up her face. "Remember Phillips was killed because he saw the Killer's face?" Laura chipped in.

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“A young runaway homeless girl, roughly sixteen, ends up dead with an unusual calling card, a playing card that is meant to be the 'Jack' of any suit with the J in the correct corners but instead of the normal image of the prince a image of a sparrow is in its place.” "The Sparrow Jack," Nathaniel murmured, tension suddenly radiating through their bond. His face had gone pale, eyes widening with recognition. "You know this signature?" Casie asked, immediately alert to his reaction. "It's not just a signature." Nathaniel's voice dropped lower. "It's a calling card for one of the most dangerous supernatural assassins in North America." Rick reached for the file, flipping it open to examine the

he muttered. “I found it taped behind my mirror,” I said. “After I got a text from an unknown number.” He ran a hand over his face. “You should go to the cops.” “And tell them what? That someone’s leaving me cryptic notes and photos and somehow broke into the school security system to cover up Brianna’s death? They’ll think I’m making it up.” Malik hesitated. “Are you?” “No.” “I had to ask.” I sat on the cold bench and stared at the cracked pavement. “I think she was killed. I think they made it look like an accident. And I think someone wants me to figure out why.”

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

"The kind where three more bodies showed up overnight. All council loyalists. All killed the same way, throats torn out, that symbol carved into their shoulders." Sera sits up, clutching the sheet. "But we arrested Victoria." "Exactly." Dante's already getting dressed. "Which means either she has an accomplice we don't know about, or—" "Or she's not the only killer." They dress quickly, Sera borrowing clothes from Dante's closet. Everything's too big, but she doesn't care. They're out the door in ten minutes. The drive to the first crime scene takes them to the edge of pack territory. Yellow police tape surrounds a small cabin—one of the council's meeting houses.

Emma's heart racing, she picked it up and read the words: "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone." The note wasn't signed, but Emma knew instinctively that it was from someone who knew her secrets. Someone who might be able to help her uncover the truth about her sister's disappearance and the sinister forces at play. Emma's mind was a whirlwind of questions. Who was behind the note? What did they want from her? And what did they mean by "come alone"? As the clock struck midnight, Emma stood in front of the old clock tower, her heart pounding in her chest. The building loomed above her, its stone façade shrouded in shadows. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had ma

With a grin, he put my book further aside to make space for his notebook that didn't need half of the space he created. "Okay, so what do we know about the murders?" It was the third murder in our city, the city where the biggest crime was a phone being stolen from a park until 4 months ago. But now our city was a hot topic, three murders in 4 months and no clue about the murderer. The murders were so gruesome and inhumane that they sparked Kai's curiosity further. "They started 4 months ago." "All the victims were either teens or in their early twenties," Kai added, "but that's not it."

He wondered what he had done so wrong. He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me. I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three. “Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”