The Ice Box Murders Novels & Stories

"Can you tell me the content of the box?" "The contents are immaterial," Alexandra fired back. "I am concerned with the reputation of my bank. We have never had a robbery. It will ruin us if I can not recover this property on behalf of my client." "According to you, Jimmy and Agent McEwan had a password and a key. What makes you say they stole the box?" "They murdered people tonight, including McEwan's grandfather. The key and password were obviously stolen."

Either he forgot to lock every entrance in this underground tunnel, or she had a peculiar ability in unlocking every latched door. Inspector Kim gasped in surprise. Oh my god! What is this? What kind of mentally ill person the owner of this room is?! Inside this room, there's a row of a translucent boxes stacked in a straight line. Each and every box is containing the missing pieces of evidence! Her eyes laid on a strand of filthy blond hair inside the second box. Chief Ryan is right! The serial killer is indeed the overbearing President Park!

the security guard immediately brought the ladder over. Natalie fixed the ladder on the area where the plastic bag was and found a small piece of an ice cube and some thin ropes rolled onto the tube. She took the rope and the ice cube down. "Why was there ice on it? Is it frozen? It should not be cold enough to freeze indoors, right?" the security guard said in surprise. "Let's head back," Natalie said in a low voice. "Who do you think is the murderer?" Allen asked Natalie. "Let's talk about it when we're back at the living room," Natalie walked in front of them.

“The seller said it’s an old piece. I had been sitting around for years, nobody wanted it.” I stared at the box. Last time, I had believed her, right up until the first girl jumped. This time was different. “Stop playing it.” I pressed a hand over the lid. “It sounds… unsettling.” Fleur raised a brow. “Since when are you this superstitious?” I didn’t answer. My gaze drifted to the bottom of the box, where there was a nearly invisible crack. Last time, when the police collected evidence, they had pried it open from there and found a miniature recording device inside.

The maintenance machine driver killed the engine and it resulted in a heavy and immediate silence. The figure in the maintenance uniform slowly raised his head and I saw Ethan's face in the light reflex. He had been watching us. I was now trapped alone on the ice with Ethan, who had clearly caught me training with Jax with the key to his father's lockbox in my hand in the middle of the night.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

Words that were written in handwriting similar to the note in his hands. With urgency and choking fear, he broke the drawer when opening it. It was locked, but the terror guiding his movement gave him the strength to utterly destroy the lock. What was revealed in the little box made him halt. There were letters, too many of them, all in that murderer's neat handwriting. He skimmed through the sentences while distress continued to consume him. His shock was mixed with anxiety. I'll keep it short. Money. Tomorrow. If I don't receive it, do expect a dent in your head.

He stretches out his hand again, knowing what he is asking for, Robert hands him the hammer and nail. He uses the hammer and nail to pierce the man’s hand, he does it again to his legs. He stretches his hands again, and his given the pliers, which he uses to remove four of th man’s teeth and also to remove his fingernail. This causes the man to scream, but since the room has a very strong soundproof system, he can never be heard outside, and even if he does, he can never be saved. The law enforcement, police officers and even the government cannot do anything to Anthony.

she asked which made him stop. "What?" "She loves someone else, you need to get over yourself. Make them both suffer," she said while her head is tilted and a wide smile is across her face. She laughed hysterically before drowning herself in more wine. "They're dead once I get a hold of them." BACK IN the house, Silvester let the police investigate. They found no forced entry or anything stolen. "Are you sure they just left this box here? There's nothing in it?" one of the officers asked and he hesitantly nodded.

The teammate rummaged around for a minute then left. "That was too close," Elias whispered once the door shut again. Kane nodded. "We need to be more careful." They stepped out but stayed near each other. The attraction still hummed strong. Kane's phone buzzed with a new text. He read it and his face changed. Elias noticed right away. "What is it?" Kane showed him the message. It came from an unknown number. The words were clear and threatening. A rival wolf had sensed the slip during the last game. He was already traveling to their city to investigate the strange power he felt on the ice.