The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Someone came in, shot everyone, blew up the shop, and nobody saw anything. “Darren, this has gone too far. Is there anything else I should know? There's some half-crazed maniac running rampant in my town, killing everyone around him. And all because of a simple computer file?” Margaret quizzed him. “And another thing, why would a buyer of stolen goods who profits from precious metals need some computer file?”

At the farthest corner were huddled the saleswoman and her companions, and a few feet before them stood the targeted, a long slit gracing his newly-worn suit. Unknowingly, an exhalation of relief left my lips. I didn't know what I was so afraid about. Perhaps that someone hated him so desperately that they deemed, sending a gunman to murder him in a customer-packed mall would be the perfect plan. But the question was who was that hater. A lump formed in my throat as I glanced at Blake who possessed the same look on his face and whispered, "Did he?" "I don't know..." he replied with a shake of his head.

My classmates turned their heads up to us. There was a look of astonishment on their faces. Even if they wanted to ask, they could not and chose to remain silent and just listen to me and Clark talking. I laughed out loud. “It's okay if you don't ask for help anymore. It is also a waste of time because it is just crazy that you think one of us is a murderer.” Ace stood up from his seat. “What do you mean, Xienne? Clark is thinking that the killer is one of us here?”

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

“C’mon! Let’s go check out the stores. We’ve got all day, and I want to see everything!” With a deep breath, I pushed the strange familiarity aside and followed him toward the entrance. The moment we stepped inside, my heart stopped, then raced, a cold wave of panic washing over me. The mall was filled with bright lights and cheerful shoppers, but all I could see was the shadow of my past creeping back. The glossy floors, the towering glass ceilings—everything about this place reminded me of the mall back home where it all went wrong. Where my freedom was taken away from me.