The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Romane & Geschichten

Chapter 86 Harper's POV. I adjusted my face cap well as I walked back across the shopping mall with Richardson behind me. "What do you think you are doing? I told you that it would be better if someone would be able to go get these things. I thought you were the fearless kind of person." Richardson mocked me as he walked behind me. "I'm a murderer. You don't expect me to get caught just because I came to buy something." I rolled my eyes. "We have to be careful now since my brother knows that I am not dead." Richardson stated.

The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—” “I know that girl,” Lilith whispered, observing the picture of the girl displayed on the screen, “The bookstore— I went there to grab a couple of books, the day the first body was found, and she was a— bitch” Lilith continued, “I hope she is ok, and not dead... A lot of those are turning up

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.

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

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?”

Instinctively, Ryder pulled away from Kara and turned towards the commotion. Time seemed to slow as a figures emerged from the entrance, their face concealed by a dark ski mask, their attire cloaked in a menacing hoodie. In their gloved hand, they brandished a sleek and deadly-looking firearm. The grim reality of the situation began to sink in, paralyzing the shoppers with fear. "Everyone down! Now!" the intruder's voice boomed, commanding the attention of everyone within earshot. The shoppers, initially bewildered, quickly succumbed to panic, their screams mingling with the cacophony of toppling displays and shattering merchandise.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

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.

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

MYSTIC HOLLOW (Homicide) . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 37 . "Fuck!" The killer said as he finally held his gun. "Elena! Turn the light back on!" Laura said to her as she switched it on and the killer was spotted immediately in the midst of people with his gun. "Fire!!" The security men screamed as they shot at him while he ran, breaking things in the mall. "Alex! Behind you!" Laura said as the killer shot at Alex while he dodged it and kept running.