The Cheshire Murders Novels & Stories

Into Lola's past, into anything that might be useful. And finally, after weeks of searching, she's found something. An old news article, fifteen years old. About a murder in London's criminal underworld. Marcus Chen, mid-level player in the Chinese organized crime scene. Shot dead in an apparent gang dispute. The name means nothing to Willow at first, just another casualty in the violent world of organized crime. But then she keeps digging, finds another article. This one about Marcus Chen's family. A wife who died a year after his murder, grief-induced heart attack, the article says.

Felix stormed in like an enraged lion, landing a punch. "Did you kill my child?" Chester froze for a moment, then retaliated with a punch of his own. "What are you talking about? How does your child's death have anything to do with me…" His words died on his lips as the memory of the day he gave Giselle a blood transfusion flashed through his mind. A terrible premonition rose, but he still denied it outright. Felix glared at him with hatred. "If this really has anything to do with you, I'll never let you go!"

“Thanks, Jez. You’re on.” Jez stood and picked up his carryall. He took a step forward then stopped. “That reminds me. The murder at Belle Vue, Hamish said I mentioned? It happened in 1895. Bit of a gruesome tale. An old woman. She’d been the Matron there when her husband had been alive. He died of alcoholism in the late 1870s, and she became a patient at the place she’d once help run. Locked herself in the belvedere and starved to death. That’s what the staff said, but since she was found with her heart cut out, they were all lying. No one ever charged, though. Name’s on the tip of my tongue. Adeline? No. Adelaide? Yes, that’s it. Adelaide Fishburn was her name.” At the sound of her name be

“The essence of the scheme is that crime must seem to take place at a quarter-past-one when everyone had an alibi. The one danger was the bullet which the killer hadn’t had time to retrieve but his accomplice had. No one would query the owner of the house wandering round the garden attending the flower beds. Loraine obviously tried to pass it to Mr Chorley when they were trying to break the door down and failed and he tried to pick it up on his way to talking to me hoping that I would not notice. But I did and when he reflected for a minute after I had questioned him he tried to trick me by insinuating that he had picked up the silk rosebud, playing the part of a man infatuated by Miss B

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Charlotte counted on her fingers and checked the date on her mobile phone. “Yes, you are right. It will be a blood moon soon and the devil will be out for the hunt again.” The mere mention of that sadistic murderer brought goosebumps to her skin. She gazed up at him, who was posting the details of the devil’s previous attacks. “The first killing spree was noticed in the late eighties, when a hundred corpses were found headless in a bar. The sheriff of the East London called it a homicide and tried to bury this matter, but my father lord investigated it in person.

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

itself commanded enough respect, if not fear. "You look like you're in a hurry. What's going on here?" The acolyte hesitated before he admitted, "Urm... I'm afraid I don't know how to begin." Chu Xun stared at him, puzzled. "It all began last week, Immortal Chu. Gruesome murders took place in downtown Lanzhou - several dozen women died with their hearts missing." "Hearts missing? Their hearts were dug out?!" Chu Xun frown. It was a terrible way to commit such murders and up until today, scores of lives were lost.

Inside, the mansion was shrouded in a tranquil silence as its inhabitants slumbered, unaware of the impending nocturnal encounter. In the dimly lit hallway of the mansion, Adeel, the vigilant caretaker, found himself awoken by the insistent chime of the doorbell. Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled towards the entrance. With a gentle creek, he swung open the massive door, squinting against the sudden light that poured in from outside. "Khushi?" Adeel's voice held a hint of surprise and concern as he recognized the unexpected visitor standing before him. Khushi, her features partially hidden in the shadows, offered a faint smile. "Good evening, Uncle Adeel. I hope I didn't disturb you."

“Grand fa…!” The door was suddenly forced open and the team of police men made their way in with Tia leading the group. Grand father, Daniel and Chester were all struck with surprise,but none more than Chester, he almost called her name but restrained himself. What was she doing here? Why would she come here now? This was not good, this was not good at all. “Chester Hunt,” She called, producing a piece of paper and flashing it in front of his face. “You are under arrest for the murders of four ladies…”