Unsolved Case Files: Jane 3 Novels & Stories

Anyone who saw this pile of persuasive proof would surely be convinced that Jane was guilty. “If it was Uno… maybe he would be able to find something…” Dos said, full of self-blame. As he blamed himself for being less capable than Uno, the man behind the desk interrupted him softly before he could finish his sentence. “If it was Uno, he would not be able to find anything either.” There was a flash of cold steel through Sean’s pitch-black eyes. “I wanted to investigate what happened three years ago to find any evidence that could help her. Haha… Instead, I get all this evidence that makes her look even guiltier, incriminating her further.”

Did you happen to see it? Jane: Oh, yes, I remember. I did see the file on your desk. But I didn't touch it or move it. I only needed a pen, so I quickly grabbed one and left.Sarah: Alright, thanks for letting me know, Jane. I appreciate your honesty. I'll continue searching for it. (Scene change: Sarah and Welbeck reconvene)Sarah: Jane didn't move the file, Welbeck. She only borrowed a pen and didn't notice anything unusual. I'm at a loss here.

“It’s been a long time.” Jane’s throat constricted. She knew this voice. She knew it too well. Once, she had sworn she would never hear it again, prayed she never would. “Why are you calling me?” she whispered. “After everything… after all that blood—” “We need access to a file. L001C.” Jane’s heart stopped. The old file. The one she had hidden at all costs. Her breath came fast. “No. No, we buried that. You promised we would never—”

she said, watching as the new maid took him away. Then she moved quickly to her own room and changed quickly, into something comfortable but professional and returned to the living room. She settled onto the couch beside Nicole, his hand finding hers beneath the table, squeezing gently. "Thank you for coming," Marquez began, opening the file. "We've made significant progress in the investigation." Emily leaned forward. "Tell me everything." Marquez pulled out a photograph and slid it across the table. It showed a young woman, the maid who had committed suicide in custody, Jane. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow. But there was something else in the photograph. A man, his arm around her shoul

Drake was being serious about the work that Allen had given him seeing as he was being defeated in all ways. This was a pain to him, he just couldn't say it. He picked up his journal and a pen to start writing some of the things that he had noted about Jane. The first was that she had a mysterious background and it was confirmed to him that she wasn't a human...that was sealed already.

to park to avoid danger. He stayed in his car for over thirty minutes, he called Mrs. Jane thrice while waiting for the engine to cool, but she wasn't picking up. This made him afraid, he had the feeling that something was wrong, he started the car and drove off. **** "Wow, she has a knife" 002 laughed. "I am sorry, we don't have time to waste", 003 who was at the door said. He brought out his gun and shot her in the head. Mrs. Jane fell dead, and 001 was shocked. "What the heck?" he asked facing him. "Our work here is done, take a picture of her lifeless body, and let's get the hell out of here, you guys meet me in the car," 003 said and walked out. They looked at themselves shoc

“What are you talking about, Ian?” “I already got the result of the fingerprint analysis” Ian continued. “Ian, before you can go further please don’t pursue this case I’ll tell you once again this case already reached a conviction. Find another case one where the perpetrator is still on the loose. Actually we have a case right now a woman had been beaten beyond recognition and then tossed in a rubbish container. Don’t you think that is a reasonable case for you take into consideration ?” “I will look into the case, Chief, but you have to let me take the man into questioning. He is working in this station.”

Then a familiar voice filled the air. “Jane?” My entire body stiffened. Even through the fog in my mind, I recognized that voice. It was Stanley. “Jane, come home.” His voice echoed through the phone “I haven't had sex in a while because of your nonsense excuses. Don't waste my time. I'm in the mood, and I'm waiting.” My eyes widened. He wasn't supposed to hear that… I immediately reached for my phone. “Give me!” But he moved his hand away. “Hello,” the stranger said.

Chapter 98 It was a busy morning in the hospital, people that can come to close their customers. Jane hadn't been feeling too well since the morning. He had thrown up already on the church. Jane, Venn, Ava were in the hospital. They had stopped working to take a break. They got the information that the killer was brought to justice for writing. Jane was getting weak from too much work, it was becoming too much. She was not in a good condition for her to still be working. She did stop working.

The sound of her own heartbeat screaming through silence when she saw Lucy’s wedding photo in the tabloids. “I’ll explain,” Jullie stepped in, her voice a fortress. “Jane was the victim of an attempted murder disguised as suicide. Her body was never identified by family—because there were none left to claim her. Only the husband, Daniel, who benefited from her death.” “Extraordinary claim,” the man said flatly. “Where was she all this time?” Flashback