The Mystery Of The Crooked Man Novels & Stories

the man before him trembled and nod. “Leave!” The man left the room immediately. --- || ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ’s ᴘᴏᴠ || I can’t understand. Few days ago, my mens had informed me about a secret meeting between the underworld mafia’s. I wonder how is it possible. It felt suspicious to me. Even before that I sent two of my mens to keep an eye and they vanished. But this time...

“I don't know. What is it uncle? Why… Why am I here? He chuckles, a faint smile plays at the corner of his lips. My stomach churns as I have the feeling that something ominous is brewing. He raises his body from the desk and moves to the chair opposite mine. His smoky gray eyes are directed at me. He caresses his trimmed moustache and then, makes eye contact with the men behind me. The man moves from his position and heads to the safe in the corner. My eyes follow him, my body still trembling from the uncertainty. He emerges with a leather case in his hand and drops it on the table in front of Roberto. Reaching for the black leather case, Roberto pulls it closer to himself, opening it slowly

I was then clueless to what kind of job he was offering, so he told me to meet him today in this restaurant so we can talk about it. The man whom I had known to be as Mr. Ambrose, looked like a rich and decent man in his early thirties. It was also one of the factors why I decided to meet him. He looked professional and I don't think he was a member of a mafia or some human trafficking syndicate. Though like they said, looks can be deceiving, so I guess I would have the final decision later when I already know what is the job he is offering. "Hello, Mr. Ambrose," I said politely as I took my seat.

The strange thing was that the blood on the walls and the corpse had been fresh, strange considering that Jon Doe over here had been dead for a few days now. It’s one of two things from what I can see, either the blood is fake or from a blood bank, the scuffle to the wall suggests that the Hudson brothers had tried to fight off someone in here.The Hudson brothers are two very large men, they must have put up quite the fight but in the end could have been out numbered. Now this is starting to look more like a kidnapping rather than a murder and fled scene.

After a few moments, I knew why the Elders had parted. A man—one whose face was darkened by the night—turned the corner into the alley and took long, agonizingly slow steps towards me. My lungs were dying slowly from anticipation; I just knew that he was the one to kill me. "Go on and tell Abraham we got her," the mysterious man said. His voice was deep and smooth like melted butter; like he was born and groomed in the deepest bayou at the edge of The Boot. And at his command, the Elders were gone. Poof. Erased from the wretched alleyway. It was only him and me, and I still wondered if it would be a good idea to make a run for it; if he would either tackle me or kill me if I ran away.

But they could do nothing about it because these people from different backgrounds had come together to form a team because they were lured in with the greed of fortune by this strange mysterious man they talked about. “My! I do not think this little crew is gonna work out if discord had already been sown amidst you people.” A smooth glib voice came from behind the agitated crowd. They turned around to look at a mysterious man in a black hooded cloak, he was completely concealed and all that could be seen by the flickering fire light of the drab inn was the silver of his long hair. He casted a very long vindictive shadow which somehow seemed to move independently from him. All the four of th

Just as he passed by Kirou's seat, he heard a voice in his ear, "Be sure to watch your back, Old Man. There are many people after your title as number one and will stoop to any level to get it." The man in the trenchcoat paused momentarily before laughing as he left the inn. As he walked out of the building, a voice entered Kirou's ears as he was enjoying his tea, "You're a few years too early to be worrying about my life, brat. That being said, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for trouble. No one will be able to claim that they've taken down 'Ghost Fiend Kronos' within the next decade." Following those words, Kirou heard no more as the mysterious man was now long gone.

" Commented the man. "Ok, thanks Santos! We'll meet soon." he said shaking the detective's hand. "'M'?" Called the old man, before the mysterious man withdrew. "Yes, sir? "I hope you are efficient really, I don't want to see you at Christmas." he said coldly. "Obviously, I never fail, sir." he said with conviction. As soon as the two men left, leaving the mansion, the investigator drove off and the killer known only by the letter 'M' left by motorcycle, as it would be faster to get across town.

he didn’t take a glance at it “Just read it” I urged him He grabbed the tab and read the headline but instead of looking surprised, his face remained blank and unbothered. “Is that it?” he asked “What do you mean by that?” I asked “Jim Crooke just got arrest how are you not surprised by that?” I asked “Because it was me” he shrugged and my mouth dropped open “H-ho-” I stuttered “How is that possible?” I asked “What do you mean, it doesn't take long to find something incriminating on someone” he casually said

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor