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The shot was fired straight to his forehead from just a few feet distance which means he knew the murderer and died on the spot. His maid found his dead body at 7 am when she went inside to wake him up for a meeting. There was nothing stolen and no locks broken. A vase nearby was broken and the bed a bit crumbled which means the murderer and Nick might have had a small physical fight. There were few more lines about the arrangements of the room and I skipped them turning to the next page. Suspects: Rodrigo Barrett: Partner in the textile industry and wanted revenge for being cheated in business. Owns a .32 pistol. Alibi- Anita, his wife but she just heard the door open and close.

Michael raised his brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he had expected to see such a reaction from her. “Perhaps you don’t have anything to say to me, but I do, in fact, have news to break to you…” he said. He paused to pick up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip, before adding, “Roger is dead.” Crash! The coffee cup in Stella’s hand slipped through her fingers and smashed on the floor, noisily shattering into a thousand pieces. The windowsill of the private room on the second floor was lined with lush green plants, filtering the sunlight through their leaves, and casting faint shadows on the table.

I asked Doc Ross. Doc Ross leaned closer to the old man and reached out to his face. "No, I don't recognize him. However, I've been noticing him sneaking in front of the clinic yesterday after I leave for dinner. I bet this man was trying to rob something at the clinic." If Doc Ross was right about his statement, does that mean, he knew about the luggage bags I kept under our bed? Is he related to the murderer I accidentally killed? Then, he glanced at the glass window that got broken after getting hit by the old man's axe earlier. "Don't worry about the damage. The insurance will cover it. Anyway, are you guys all right?" He stood and grabbed his phone and dialled 9-1-1.

-Shirley Chapter 11 At twenty minutes after one in the morning, Ackermann sat comfortably in an armchair in his apartment. He held on his lap a pile of the files of the very first five victims of the Angel of death, the shadow killer. He would go through each of them attentively, not missing a single adjective or an adverb. Before two, he had gone through the files and already gone over it a second time. “Still nothing….” He said as he sent his hands to caress his eyes and face.

There was a little resentment at that moment. Now people were not meeting each other with a smile and good manners. Most of the times, they would demand their money or be demanded money back. This caused a lot of bad words to be exchanged among the people, and it was the end of the second month when they heard about the first case of murder. Someone murdered Roger!!

Rance's chest puffed out—a chest Lainie found herself wanting to pounce on—and his golden eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "And you'll get it when we determine it's not connected to our case. Roger's murder happened here, in our jurisdiction, and this is my case. You're not getting shit until I say you can have it." "Well, I'll just go over your head to your boss." He took a step toward her, trying to be intimidating.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

She starts to say but freezes in shock at the sight on the bed . " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh " She turns to run away Roger spits on the ground and bringing out his pistol from his trouser and shot her on the head , thrice . " I hate noise " he mutters.. . His phone rings , he picks it up Roger : to what do I owe this pleasure Voice: no one Roger : I thought you said you will never contact me again Voice: well this have changed, I'm telling you this in advance.. you might come back to Canada

"We could be dealing with a serial killer, if you see anything out of the ordinary or anyone acting strange around you, please don't hesitate to call me any time of the night or day." Detective Silverman leaves and Jessica closes the door, she leans against the door and her breath quickens as she becomes anxious, she knows exactly who killed those men, it was Roger. "He is watching me, he saved my life." Jessica walks up to the large windows of her penthouse and looks over to the roof of the building. Standing on the roof is a werewolf looking down at her, Jessica steps out onto the balcony and the werewolf jumps over from the roof of the opposite building and hangs onto the roof of Jessica'

To accommodate Natalie's height, the man kindly lowered his head, revealing his exquisitely mysterious profile. It was Roger! There were several more photos, each taken a few seconds apart, capturing the entirety of Natalie putting the hat on Roger. Calm, tender, beautiful. And Roger Who would believe that this man in the photos, with a warm complexion and an indulgent smile, was the fearsome killer D in the underworld? Snap! Oliver crushed the glass tumbler in his hand. Glass shattered on the floor, and crimson blood seeped through his fingers, staining the gentleman's ring on his ring finger.