Unsolved Case Files: Jane 3 Novels & Stories

"Alright, I await your evidence, till then please keep this away from my daughter." "Alright sir," Patrick said and rose up to leave. He wanted to lay it bare before Cole but he changed his mind at the last moment. He could not reveal Lisa's rape case to Cole. Patrick put a call to one of his underlings. He needed to put a tail on Jeff. ***** Jane returned to Alex's residence for the night. A lot played on her mind. She was determined to go through the pictures and the videos for possible clues. "Jane! Watch out!" Benny called out from within the compound. Jane was lost in thought and had strayed away from her path.

Once we are out, I look at Marcus, and I can tell he is about to give me bad news. "So Jane's body turned up a few meters from the house." He stopped, and I shook my head because this couldn't be true. Maljore had no use of her again, and maybe she knew that we were closing in on connecting them; she had to do away with her. "She is being transported, but she is dead," Marcsu confirmed my suspicion with one word. "And?" I drag out my word because I know that could not be all. "Jane seems to be working with that man you caught during your honeymoon; they are both ex-military."

Her remark had consequences that continued to occupy my mind, making me question the true essence of the case I shared once ago just for being closer to her. The investigation into Johnson’s death that was once a path to finding the anwer now had unforeseen dimensions of complexity. Jane’s participation and her elusive prophecy brought another aspect which turned the normal case into a maze of mystery, subterfuge.

“It’s not looking good for you, Miss Winters. Reid and Ryan’s alibis have been established. They were in the Alpha office from quarter to three until five am when Reid discovered her body. The cameras are sufficient proof of that, which only leaves you without an alibi.” “You haven’t established an alibi for everyone,” Jane muttered and shifted in her seat. “Are you saying that Joseph killed her?” “No.” Jane could only mumble her answer out. “That leaves you then.” “I didn’t kill her!” Jane’s earlier anger had returned full force and black spots danced in front of her eyes. “Are you okay?” Hands reached for her but she slapped them away. “I’m fine,” she whispered before crumbling to the floo

Her gaze shifted from the paper to me, accompanied by a look of disgust, but I smiled back at her despite her rudeness. "How can I assist you, Ruby?" She sighed, setting the pen down in frustration. "What is this file about?" I inquired, and Jane's face paled, a trace of fear flickering in her eyes. Did she know about the file and what happened to my son? Something was amiss, and I could sense it. "It's nothing," she said, snatching the file from my hands with unexpected urgency. Before I could react, she tore the paper into pieces, scattering the evidence like leaves in the wind.

she pleads in sobs. "Okay fine..I am going to give you his house number. Call that line, you'll get through him. Hope that person is okay tho?" "I'll tell you everything later. Thank you Abbie"Jane says and hanged up. They immediately called the other number and luckily for them someone answered. "Hello. The Dolan's house here" a female voice says. "Please I am looking for Grayson. Grayson Dolan. Is he around?"She asks desperately "Yes,I am Grayson's daughter Annalise. Who is this?"she says and Jane let's out a sigh of relief. Now she can to him.

"For how long? A week? A month? What happens when you go back to your normal life?" "Then I go back to my normal life. I can't live in fear forever, Christian." Detective Rivera cleared his throat. "If it makes you feel better, Mr. Holmes, we'll keep the case file open for a few more weeks. Just in case any new evidence comes to light." "Thank you." As we left the police station, Jane walked between me and Jared. She looked exhausted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked her. "With what?"

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

Nate's POV I'd been working on the case with an almost pathological level of dedication since I'd rescued Jane from that cold, dark warehouse. I'd spent the previous two days retracing the alleys amassing more data, a paper trail of receipts for cash, tips from an anonymous source, and cyber-trails that constructed a scenario much darker than anyone had ever been brave enough to imagine. It was time to show Jane the pieces I’d unearthed, pieces that challenged everything she believed about the accident and Damien’s role in it.

Not for anyone. The coffee table was a mess of files—Jenna’s case notes, evidence from the train heist, the murders of those girls, the missing FBI phones. The bureau had called yesterday, Assistant Director John’s voice cold over the line: “Agent Caldwell, turn in all case files. All investigations you’re handling are over.”