Two Minute Mysteries Novels & Stories

​I had no intention of leaving Conrad alone to potentially choke on his own breath, nor did I trust Polina not to spin some twisted lie about what happened tonight if I wasn't here to dictate the terms. I turned on the television mounted on the wall, opened N*****x, and picked a random psychological thriller, watching the characters unravel on screen while the minutes ticked away. Exactly twenty-two minutes later, the door slammed open against the wall. ​"You're two minutes late, Polina."

"Two minutes." She looked at the soap message one more time. The letters were imperfect and rushed and she thought about Marcus Webb writing them in a hurry in a motel bathroom with Robert's people somewhere close, leaving a trail for the person he'd just met because he had decided, in the brief time they'd had together, that she was worth trusting. She thought about her mother. She thought about the kind of faith it took to leave a message on a mirror when everything was going wrong. "Got it," Cameron said. "Fifteen minutes from here."

] [Contestants have fifteen minutes remaining to identify what Daniel Cross discovered before midnight. The mirror cracked again. And this time, the woman inside it was gone.

She looks at the bolt mystery dish on the railing through the kitchen window. "Okay," she says. "Two weeks," he says. "Two weeks," she confirms. "Ten PM tomorrow," he says. "Ten PM tomorrow," she says. They hang up. She looks at the note in the kitchen drawer. The Singapore thing is real. Real, she thinks. Not only the situation. The whole thing. All of it. She closes the drawer. Outside the Montana evening is doing its thing. The yard. The porch. The bolt mystery. Two weeks.

The minutes seemed to drag on as Lucien paced anxiously by the precinct’s front desk, his mind consumed with worst-case scenarios. He could feel the weight of the promise he made to Aria pressing down on him. Time was slipping away, and every second that passed felt like a betrayal.

Allen, armed with the truth, went to the manor. Terence and Camile appeared heavy with worry. “Hello, Allen.” Camile forced a smile. “Any news of Sasha?” “Nothing concrete as of yet.” Allen’s response was calm. “But I’m here to get to the bottom of one thing. It’s about the silver poisoning incident two years ago.” Terence frowned. “The past should stay in the past, Allen. Our priority is to find Sasha.” “Unless this is cleared up, we will never know why Sasha left.”

I said while opening the door wider and inviting him into the room. I closed the door and turned to look at our newest suspect, who was preoccupied with changing the sheets. “Thank you, Edward” I made a show of looking at his name tag while he smiled politely. “I’ve just been so on edged lately, since I watched the news about what had happened here two nights ago. I would have cancelled my trip if it had not been so important you know?” I said sounding rather worried “Yes Madam, I know but don’t fear as we have great security here.” Edward responded with an accent. Was this really the man responsible for the corpse in the twins apartment? Edward looked to be in his early twenties, with a boy

I looked at the message again and read it for the fifth time to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. Anonymous: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪.𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠~𝙏𝙤𝙘𝙠 , 𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Mystery man: Good, just stared reading and I'm already loving it so far. Me: Thank you, hope you are feeling warm now? Mystery man: Yes, I am feeling warm now. All thanks to you. So, let's play twenty questions, are you in ? Me: It depends on the questions. Mystery man: Wait, what? Don't tell me you are scared. 🙄 Me: Nope, what about on a condition. Mystery man: Okay, let see what the condition is. I stretched, yawning loudly as I checked the time. 7:00 pm already and mum wasn't back yet. Immediately she got discharged from the hospital, she resumed work even though they gave her a few days to rest.

"The time was 11:50 p.m. You came out of his apartment right at midnight and took the elevator. By our estimation, he died at midnight. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I clenched my fists, my expression darkening. Then, Felix took out a photo of a bloodstained knife. "You stabbed the victim through the heart right after going into his apartment and fled from the scene of the crime. "There are only your and his fingerprints on the knife. How do you explain this?"