Under Suspicion Series の小説・ストーリー

"That's odd. The dates on this report don't line up with your story. Six weeks ago, I hadn't even seen your face." It was all crystal clear then. Sarah was pregnant with someone else's baby, and she was trying to pin it on me. If I were not a woman, if I had not insisted on dragging her to the hospital for this test... My reputation would be in shambles. Keith was back at my side in a flash. "Ms. Jones, we've got surveillance footage from the alley behind the karaoke place," he said. The video showed a group of thugs hassling Sarah.

There was no way to fake the memories that were extracted. The atmosphere in the livestream changed once more. "What's this? It turns out that the Larsons deserved it." "Even if they did, why couldn't he have called the police? Why did he let them die in such a painful manner?" "Even if he is a victim, why did he kill his own sister?" "Don't you find this weird? If Vivian's parents were such evil people, why would they repent for what they had done? Don't you think that the entire thing seems contradictory?"

Jason looked at the other guy and nodded. “He took my little brother.” When he said that, Cole studied his face noting the anguish tinge in his eyes and the desperation. Plus, he couldn’t smell fear or denote deceit, he slowly relaxed then and took a deep breath, letting his anger and suspicion subside and allowing his instinct to kick in. “And I found I wasn’t the only one who is missing a family member,” Jason added, clenching his jaw in anger. “What do you mean?” Cole asked.

Donna nodded and looked at Uri: "The things you mentioned above are completely impossible for anyone to prove. No one really knows what you did in those 10 minutes. We have absolutely grounds to suspect that what you said is untrue. In other words, your alibi is not established. You'll be on our suspicions for the time being." Uri's heart trembled quietly, suspected being the suspect was an uncomfortable thing. He pursed his lips, shook his head, and weakly said, "I... what I said... It's the truth..." Donna smiled: "Mr. Wayne, don't be too nervous, you're just temporarily under suspicion, not the killer, okay? We're going to do our best to find the real killer, so I hope you..." "Donna!" Al

"I don't usually feel this way. But with you by my side... I feel safe. And strangely, I feel excited." Silence fell, broken only by the faint whistle of the wind through the half-open window. It wasn't a silence born of emptiness, but of meanings too profound to express. There, in Susan's apartment, a new thread of the investigation unfurled—a thread that might lead them to the truth... or drag them into a darkness even deeper than they could have imagined. Detective Mohammed sat silently for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, his voice slow and deliberate: "And what exactly is your plan?"

Then again, he had felt those things--- that rising suspicion that there is indeed something there. As for Hestia, she has always been unstrustful of the senior cheerleader. She never trusted the senior cheerleader and never will be. She had felt that the senior cheerleader was never true to everyone or even to herself and that is already a huge red flag about a person. Aside from that, Hestia has caught Freya’s eyes glow with mischief from time to time, however those mischivious glow of her eyes were followed by pranks of different degrees and nothing more than that. But that feeling of her--- her suspicion to Freya--- grew more than ever when she and Albert were on the case of Yulia Don Br

Underneath her eyes are a little bit noticeable eye bags due to lack of sleep, but the woman still looked good. "What's for dinner? " Her mother asked. "I left some slices of pizza on the counter." Ari got up, heading upstairs to her room, she stopped mid ways. "Mum are you seeing someone? " Ari asked and her mum froze. She swallowed hard and turned to reply. "Um-why are you asking? " Her mum stammered making more suspicious. She slowly walked up to her mother who tried to avoid eye contact. "That's not an answer. " "No, I'm not. " Her mum replied nervously.

(Daniel’s POV) There’s a difference between suspicion… and certainty. Suspicion keeps you restless. It makes you question shadows, doubt silence, and second-guess even the things right in front of you. But certainty? Certainty is heavier. It doesn’t ask questions—it answers them. And tonight… I had answers. I sat still, unmoving, everything spread out in front of me like a map of something dark and carefully hidden. Files, audio recordings, transaction trails, timelines. Individually, they were troubling. Together? They were undeniable.

She said, and we were silent. "What do you think the council would do if they found a suspect for the event in Pridewood, even if it was an informant?" I asked, wanting to understand why Susan did not trust the system and ran away. "Why are you asking, do you have a suspect ?" she asked, and I shook my head immediately. She frowned at me, and I looked away. "It isn't a suspect, just someone I believe might be in trouble for it," I said, and she sighed.

“I follow orders, Dennise. I don’t question the chain.” “But you suspect,” I accused. A breath. A pause. Then she closed the case with a snap. “I suspect a lot of things,” she replied quietly. “But suspicion means nothing until it’s proven. And proof…” She glanced back at the blank screen. “Proof is what gets people killed.” I clenched my fists. “Then why send me to kill him if you’re not even sure?” I demanded. “Why now? Why him?” Her expression didn’t change, but her voice lost its chill, just for a second.