The Cheshire Murders Novels & Stories

Two elderly figures, one looking fat and the other thin as a rail, appeared in the courtyard as if out of nowhere like two elusive ghosts silently appearing at the center of the residence. "The top of New Chesire Group are Patrick Chesire, Amber Chesire, and their son-in-law...Alexander Kane, yes?" Old Mister Sacco straightened his posture, like a deity, pronouncing the death sentence for New Chesire Group. "You two, accompany Kent and go. Kill these three, then return and report back promptly. Don't delay." "Yes!" Mister Quinn and Mister Quaid bowed slightly and walked to Kent. They chuckled. "Mister Kent, as long as we make a move—"

“So you were behind my sister’s murder? Let me guess, you put a hit on my parents too, didn’t you?” She started laughing menacingly. “It was satisfying.” That’s all she said, and it was more than enough. “A confession is one thing; now, how about we talk about your motives? Hunters don’t attack unless they feel like their territory is being invaded. My parents weren’t invading, and neither were newborn pups. So what was your motive, Cherise?” I asked calmly. “Cherise, you killed a girl and her parents? You kidnapped this woman?” Diljit asked.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’