Under Suspicion Series Novels & Stories

my Mum says in surprise. “Anything new on my case notes yet?” I ask the doctor politely. The doctor looks at me, then looks at my Mum. He then looks at my notes and flicks through them. “There aren't many cases on Imply-Psychosis Killian, it is really hard to get as much information as we can for it,” he replies. “You must know a lot already, or are you waiting to see how it all plays out with me to use me as your lab rat?” I scold.

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Third point of view. In all of her wildest dreams, Susan never expected that the murderer would be a medical personnel, let alone a mere nurse, let alone someone who she’d been speaking to just now. She had forgotten her phone, as always. She came back for it only to eavesdrop into a conversation she never should have heard. She felt disgusted and mad. Disgusted that it was her colleague, mad that she even denied it! How horrible could people be to kill others and frame another for it? She was utterly disgusted.

I once again went to the fireplace thwarting everything inside, I need to find out who is behind all this and my first suspects are Evan and Zoey. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ #TBC #Inspired by Mean Girls

"I understand your suspicions because I was thinking the same thing. The case we're dealing with is very complicated and we still need a lot of evidence and clues to unravel it, but suddenly a servant comes along without much resistance to be used as a perpetrator." "Yeah, of course, I'm suspicious, Ruby." Zacharias looked deeply into my eyes. He seemed to be channeling his trust in me. "Me too. There's no way this complicated case is going to end because of a waitress," Zaire added. My hand moved to pound on the table. The loud noise made my husbands focus only on me, not on their thoughts which must be like tangled threads at the moment. "Therefore, I'm picking up another oddity here. Isn'

Selena faced the front after adding the last part. Zach? Asriel thought he misheard. No, if was probably all a dream. There was just no way that Zach had any betraying bone in his body. The Zach he knew was beyond loyal. She was probably talking about another man with the same name. "Please shut up." Replied Zach's voice from the driver's seat. He would have just passed if off as a hallucination is he could not see him clearly from where he sat. Asriel suddenly felt sick. Just what in the world was going on? Zach was also an accomplice?

"That's what she told me." "That is, at minimum, a timeline worth examining closely." He said it carefully, a man unwilling to accuse without proof but unable to dismiss the pattern either. "I don't deal in suspicion without evidence, Clara. But evidence has a way of accumulating quietly even when nobody's looking for it, and right now I have three threads, the medical inconsistency, the coordinated ambush, and a suspiciously perfect arrival, all pointing in directions too aligned to be coincidence." "What do we do?"

“You know Dominic. He doesn’t need proof to make an allegation. Suspicion is enough for him to make a decision, to kill someone. And he suspects. Damn it! He knows.” I exhale slowly, trying to keep my own nerves from fraying. “Calvin, listen to me. Dominic suspects something, sure, but that’s all it is—suspicion. He doesn’t have proof. There’s no way he could know for sure. You’ve been careful, haven’t you?” Calvin's gaze flickers nervously, and I can see him weighing my words. His breath is still shallow, panic thick in the air around him. “Victor… with Dominic, suspicion is enough. He doesn’t need proof. You know that.”

"How could this… How could this be under Howie's desk? Unless…" A far more terrifying and ridiculous theory came up in everyone's minds. Could it be that Zane wasn't the only one who got someone pregnant? Or could this pregnancy test report belong to Howard's girlfriend, and Zane had just simply gone to get the test done on his behalf? Or… Various possibilities played in our minds, turning this small dorm room into an inferno filled with lies, secrets, and betrayal. Meanwhile, I stood at the center of chaos, watching each of these otherwise-proud parents losing their cool. Much of the resentment within me from being falsely accused gradually vanished and was replaced by the indifference of a

The full look, the close range of the car’s interior, no table between us, no fourteen feet of good wood, no architecture, just the morning light and his face and mine and three feet of air between us. “I don’t know for certain,” he said. “That’s the truth. I have a suspicion. I have had a suspicion for two years and I have been trying to get the evidence because a suspicion without evidence is—” He stopped. “It could destroy someone who might be innocent. It could destroy someone who isn’t and I could be wrong about which one it is.” I looked at him. “Who do you suspect?” I said. He looked at me. The morning light on his face. The honest face, the stripped face, the face without the managem