The Seven Dials Mystery Novels & Stories

"Exactly." Damian looked down at the tiny engraving beneath the phoenix. His expression hardened. "It already has." He turned the cufflink over. The serial number was still visible despite the smoke. PH-07 Grace leaned closer. "Who was number seven?" Damian didn't answer immediately. He already knew. He had hoped he was wrong. Finally, he spoke. "My father." The words hung heavily in the air. Michael closed his eyes. "So Richard Balogun wasn't leading this operation."

Third Person's Point-of-View Every box was labeled with the date it had been given, starting from the mountain of gifts in their first year of marriage to the divorce agreement fixed to the canvas in their seventh. Vera went through them one by one. When she reached three identical Cartier bracelets, she stopped. She had not noticed, not even once. No wonder Sean refused to forgive her. She stood in the middle of the wreckage of opened boxes when she noticed one that was empty. The watch engraved with “Love of My Life” was missing.

Dale thought as also it's never a solution. Dale opened her door and got in, she slipped the hymn book into the drawer, and then her eyes spotted her silver briefcase. "Now let's really see what we have here." Dale said. She held the briefcase, sat on her bed and opened it reviewing it's content. She them not noticed that a bundle of cash was missing and thought how possible. Then she remembered the Matron had it in custody and could have probably stolen a bundle. "Bloody believer." She cursed.

"Helen bought it when you were eighteen. Now it’s time." I accepted it and thanked Richard. Jeffrey didn't show up the whole time. When I left the Chaney residence, I felt that someone behind me was looking at me. As soon as I looked back, there was no one there. "What's wrong?" Kash asked me. "Nothing." Jeffrey stood in the darkness, holding a picture. His eyes became wet. It was a photo of him with a girl when they were young. But that bright and arrogant Audrey, with him in her heart, could never come back.

He directed his light to that spot and discovered it was a number dial when he called to Ben. The three of them squatted down and looked at the number. “Is it a number dial or can it be pushed down?” Frank shrugged. A number dial would be bothersome. “Don’t touch” Ben alerted. “Ed, can you patch Denis in?” “He’s here!” Denis’s gloomy voice came over. Ed had already pulled him from his bed when the pub closed for business. “What do you need us to do to check this contraption? Is there a trigger or is it the lock?” Ben asked in a low voice.

Lotus Pov I couldn't contain my astonishment as Seth revealed the identity of the spy. "Dalia?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief. It was a name that caught me off guard, a revelation that sent shockwaves through my core. How could Dalia, someone I had known for a while or I thought I knew, be involved in this intricate web of deception? Seth's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Yes, Dalia," he confirmed, his voice laced with a mix of disappointment and resolve. "She had been using her knowledge of this mansion to her advantage, exploiting her familiarity with its layout and its secrets."

“My dear assistant, I must apologize for my sudden disappearance. It seems that the last case that I’ve worked on has come to bite me on the ass. You need to hide too. I can’t say much except don’t look for me. Love, Dale.” After reading the note, Red turns it around. Wait, that’s it? Feeling absolutely nothing, except slight revulsion, Red taps the top inside of the safe. She removes the cover to reveal a small safe spot. She couldn’t see it as easily as the main safe but she could feel around it. Did that ass leave something? Aha! Pulling out the only thing she could touch in the hidden safe spot, Red takes out a ring made out of some purple metal. It was topped with a beautiful sapphire t

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

What is certain is that she didn't go into too much detail with the brand and only took the one that best suited her among the many lipsticks that lined in display case. “What made you willing to use the stairs with those needle-pointed heels? You could sprain if you run around with that thing.” Mrs. Eden watched Hazel's feet worriedly. But Hazel immediately brushed it off if she was okay. “Mr. Walter has important news, he says the suspect in the Duffals murders has been found. That's why I was in such a hurry to come here. I better go inside now. Thanks for the water."

I can't just tell her the truth, not yet! So, their family is very private. Why they are something in me that wants to dig further on Dizons? It was never stated in the diary that Sonia gave to me. Or it was? I went back to my room and get the diary. I searched for something suspicious and four pages from the front, I found a very disturbing 5 sentence paragraph. The Dizons got shot to death, Blood all over town, The killer thinks no one survived, I proved them wrong, Only Henry survived.