Unsolved Case Files: Jane 3 Novelas e Histórias

"Sure, anything you want." "I need the soft copy of the recorded cases last year about the murder that followed Joana. I need the full info, even the crimes scenes photos and small pieces of evidence." "Okay, I will try, Namih. I don't have access to last year's cases, but I'll try." I just nodded.

She walked her to the directors office, and they march inside. "Good day, please, I'm Mrs Antonio." Jane rushed out before the female cop could introduce her. "Please have a sit." He gestured, she sat down, and he continued. "Your husband was found guilty of multiple crimes, you can go through the files." He handed her a document. Jane took a look at the files, shaking her head. "No, it can't be, my husband wasn't the one who murdered Tyler, he is innocent, someone wants to frame him for murder."

Randy said with a straight face. "Ha-ha. I'm serious. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the bastard is dead, but I'd like to know what we do once the cops start sniffing around." "Oh, they've already been sniffing around. I've given them the file from Melody's case." He took a swig of beer, seemingly unconcerned. "Great." Cassie sighed.

She finds me still staring and awkwardly walks away, her cheeks flushed. “Weirdo.” I mutter under my breath, opening the files that are laid out for me to see. The most recent cases that needs help. Finding none that interesting to look at, I pull out a file I had made with my own research. A file not even the police know exist because it’s my personal file, and nothing to do with the legal investigation. A file of Joslyn Airam’s murder case. I close my eyes and let the words burn a whole in my chest. Quietly, I push them away.

"If you can't dig up her past, then start with the people around her. I want everything friends, colleagues, anyone she’s interacted with." "...Understood. About the payment—" "Have I ever underpaid you?" "Never. That’s why we’ll get it done." As the call ended, Vanessa tossed her phone on the table and frowned deeply. Why had Jane come back now? Did she really want to die again? Over the years, she’d watched Logan fall apart because of that woman.A strange, heavy feeling settled in her chest. Jane Alder… She was a problem Vanessa thought she'd buried. And now she was back.

"I’m counting on that. Well, has Jane been sent to you yet?" "She’s in my office. Let's go." Finn led the way. Luke pushed Sydney to follow Finn. The three of them reached Finn’s office. As Finn opened the door, they saw that Jane slumped on the sofa, with her eyes closed, as if she had passed out. Pointing at her, Luke asked, "What's up with her?" "She is sleeping. Because she didn't sleep at the police station, she couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep." Finn shrugged his shoulders.

Dead. We reached the muddy bank of the lake. I stepped out, carrying Elle. My boots sank into the muck, but I didn't care. I looked at Jane. She was holding the silver briefcase we had grabbed from the house. "Jane," I said. "Open it." "Hazel, we don't have the codes. Silas said" "Silas lied about everything," I snapped. "Open it. Now." Jane used a heavy rock to smash the lock. The metal groaned and snapped. She pulled the lid open, and we both gasped.

Shaking hands with both brothers Austin and Ethan confirmed everything. “Thank you” Nicholas and Marco thanked him and walk them to the main gate of their Villa. When Austin and Ethan drive out of the car from Martin Villa’s parking, both brothers went inside. ----- Sebastien and Dylan were working on a case of murder, they were analyzing the provided evidence. “These murder cases always drain your energy” Dylan took a bite from his sandwich. “Yeah, they take up time and effort both for a long time, I think we should go and visit that place one more time.” Sebastien unwrapped his Subway and also took sips from his drink.

Jane looked towards us when she heard footsteps. She just watched as everyone came into the room. Harris took a handcuff and walked towards her bed. He cuffed her half-good arm to the railing of her bed. "What is going on?" She asked as she stared at Harris. "You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Mr. Knights and Miss Wilmer," He said to her. Jane was shocked. She looked to Lawrence. "I can explain, believe me. It's not what you think," She pleaded. Harris played a recording. It was a conversation between a woman named Red and a private investigator.

he asked, his voice shaking with a jagged edge of despair. "Now the drive is gone. Sarah Vance has scrubbed the original files and replaced them with a confession that names us as the killers. You didn't just fail, Jane. I told you to wait, but you didn't. You just handed Pierce our only weapon, and now we have nothing left to fight with."