Top Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

Besides, she enjoys his company. "You, you're so beautiful. I will never believe you if you tell me that you don't have suitors." "Oh, I have suitors. But I haven't found the man who could make trust completely." --------------- Detective Marvin Sullivan, a seasoned detective famous for his excellent track record. He's been revered by everyone until Salazar Simmon died. Then pretty soon after, another renowned personality was murdered. This has never happened before. Their city has its flaws, like other cities. Crime happens but not like this. Especially not committed by a woman. Sullivan feels like the killer is intentionally leaving a trail of evidence.

“And all of us must have been directly responsible for something about Christie, more than all of Van Duke. I don’t know the other four of you but I can confirm mine and Dean’s. And I know that you all also know it. “Think about it: six friends were in a room at the very anniversary of a suicide which they were directly responsible for. And one of them, must have been guilty to the point that they would seek justice for what happened, putting matters on their own hands, radically righting a wrong that they were a part of—a grand redemption! “Further deducing the circumstances of that night—a locked door, six guilty people who were alone, and a dead body—, I come to one conclusion, my friends

I was not about to let two cops waltz into my home. “May we know where you were during the time of the disappearance? Last Monday around 8 at night.” “I was at my father's home. We were having dinner.” “And what time did you finish dinner?” Detective Cage asked. “Around Midnight” “Can anyone confirm that?” “My father and his business partners” “Very well Thank you for your time. Please feel free to contact me if you remember anything” One of the detectives shot me a smile and handed me his card. I took it and placed it in my pocket. I gave them a simple nod and watched as they retreated into their car.

He accepted but told me to work from home. I have to work from home. He doesn't have to tell me before I do that. We are talking about my best friend here. I texted Alex immediately to bring in my stuff plus information from the phone. I have to check it out. Been done with housework and various calls, I spent the whole day looking for witnesses and checking out the video surveillance to help with the case. Unfortunately, there were no witnesses. No one knows what really happened. Apparently, the murder took place in a deserted area. At a corner of a street.

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

A detective then approached Toval and whispered, "But sir, we don't have any clues right now." Toval frowned. He had no idea what was going on. Logically, if someone was murdered, there should be signs of a struggle at the scene. But in this case, there weren’t any. There was not a single trace of anyone breaking and entering throughout the entire house. Someone might even think it was a suicide. This made Toval feel powerless to solve the case.

Mr Smith said with a slight smile He put the Photo back to were it originally stayed He turned to leave but stopped and looked at the other two photos in the Wall He turned again and left Liam stared at the murder files of half a month ago in front of him The incident has already been concluded as a sucide That doesn't have anything to do with him He is really not concerned about the victim but the murderer He has a feeling that the murderer will help in finding out clues of the mother's death He felt like something was missing but he didn't know were to put it He stood up from the seat to find other murder case by the same person in his study He placed all on the table As he went through th

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

“I’ll be down in a second, Hedy… Try not to eat all the pasta without me.” “Pasta?” I brightened and hurried towards the stairs, pretending to hurry away, but I slowed my gait and focused my hearing as Candido and Allen began to speak. It was easier with my instincts so tuned into Candido’s presence. “There’s been another murder,” Allen said. I heard paper shuffling. “In the Eastern slums.” “… a suspect was caught?” My eyes widened, and I strained to hear more. Was it the same person who attacked headquarters or someone else?