The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

No wonder the Outfit never survived after he invaded; they never knew he was there until he made himself known. “You coming?” He asks, opening the front door, but then he stops and frowns. “That’s Ana’s car,” he says with a clenched jaw, then runs inside. There were a few more guards inside, and when they were taken care of, Dimitri cocks his head upstairs. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” he murmurs. I can’t fault the man; his only daughter is being abused, and he was none the wiser.

Vince fell into step; the store released them into the mall’s white noise; a group of tweens in glitter backpacks parted around them like a school of fish around a shark and then reformed, forgetting the shadow that had made them move. At the escalator, a man in a maintenance polo wrestled with a mop that had apparently caught under a display wheeled out for some event. He swore softly. The bucket tipped and sloshed a small lake onto the tile. An apology spilled from his mouth in another language. Vince grimaced and steered Sasha wide. She didn’t look at the man’s face. She didn’t have to. Outside the bookstore, the mall’s skylights threw bright rectangles on the floor like sun on a swimming

he warned, his voice low as he stepped even closer, making my chest tighten. “I know that. Why were you calling me?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze, though my breath was still uneven. “There’s a new inmate,” he replied, turning and walking away, his tone calmer now. “Really? We got another troublemaker?” I scoffed, a faint smirk forming as I followed him, my curiosity creeping in despite myself. “Who is he? Another shoplifter? A petty thief? Or some small-time criminal?” “In for murder. A mass murderer, to be exact,” he answered flatly.

Ana took a moment to calculate her response and the silence made me slightly nervous, “He is very much like our mother, I’m afraid. Mannerisms, expressions, features, I don’t know about tendencies, though.” “Good to know,” I nodded my head at her as we continued to walk that way. We had to be careful who exactly to trust now that we learned our mother is a murderer and someone who scrapbooks her tortures. Ana and I took a deep breath before we turned the corner to enter the receiving room to find Derek and Joseph, along with Davis, still browsing through the books. When we entered the room, I saw a tall brunette man bent over the table to look at one of the books, his finger lightly tracing

The cold metal edge of the handcuffs brushed against my wrist. Beside me, Sophie was wailing at the top of her lungs. "Arrest her! Lock her up!" Leon kept his head down. His shoulders shook in a performance that perfectly captured a grieving grandson. The crowd of onlookers grew larger by the second. Everyone stared at me as if I were a convicted murderer. I could hear people filming on their phones and their venomous whispers. "How vile, targeting an old lady like that."

But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

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I could feel the fear piling back up inside of my chest when his nose touched my throat. Was he really going to rip my throat out right now? Was I really going to die here in a shopping mall? I wondered. Thinking that this may very well be the last thing I was ever going to see, I quickly began to memorize every single detail of the mall. The high ceiling, the reflective glass on the display window, the group of people laughing to the right of us, and that’s when I realized something.

Of course, the diamonds were fake, he just needed the door to open. Inside, there was silence for a moment. Then the lock clicked and the door swung open. That was all Martin needed. He leapt forward, shooting the giant who had opened the door, and before a second had passed, he fired a shot at the other giant‘s head. Both guards were dead. The balding, pot-bellied man sitting at the table didn't understand what was happening. He tried to reach for the gun on the table, but Martin fired another shot and the bullet pierced the palm of Marat‘s outstretched hand. The man stiffened in pain. The killer closed the door he had just walked through and sat down in front of the shopkeeper, who was end