Romans & histoires Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers

“I will spare your lives, give you housing, and give you liquid food once a day. You work honestly, you get promoted. You act stupid, you die.” Still, no one moved. The men inside were trusted and loyal to the boss, which told Vera everything she needed to know. Loyalty to someone else would become a problem in her own territory. “Okay, guys,” Vera said, turning to John and Gregory. “We are going for a kill.” “That may be an issue,” John said quickly. “Their records are still in the system, and until total collapse, killing them would be a crime.” “Hmm. Okay,” Vera said, thinking for a moment before looking at Grock. “Where is that thing?”

Lucille’s POV Unknown: You’ve seen what I want you to. Good. Me: It’s a minor case. If you wanted me to work on it, you could have talked to me. Why kill innocent people? Unknown: I did it because I can and I wish not to pay for your services. Me: And yet you killed two people. There was a long pause before another message popped up. Unknown: You will handle this yourself. Not to minor lawyers. You. I was about to place my phone down when another message popped up. Unknown: Piece of advice. Not everyone that gets killed is innocent.

She turned to the window, watching the city bask under golden light like it didn’t know what was coming. “They think they’re untouchable,” she said coolly. “They forget how much blood this industry runs on. And how easy it is to make people believe a lie if it’s scandalous enough.” “Should we hit Celeste’s charity next?” her assistant asked. “I have someone ready to leak rumors about misused funds.” Veronica tilted her head, considering. “Not yet. Let them react first. Let them panic.” Her eyes gleamed. “Then we’ll bury them.”

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for

There were no second chances, and I’d wasted my first. “I don’t see why she’d have gone to the castle,” Paps muttered. He shook his head, and then turned to stare out at the careening trees and verges. Perhaps he wished the same as I did. Veronica worked full time at Waypavers, but it would make sense that she’d finished her shift and then gone towards Blackwood. The timing added up, and once Sergeant Johnston had confirmed her whereabouts leading up to her murder, we’d know for certain. I stammered internally over the word murder, and longed, for the first time since becoming a hunter, to be none the wiser to the real cause of her demise. Ignorance was bliss, but I was becoming less sure th

“So… solving all your problems might take a while, but... is there anything I could help you with in the meantime?” I was going to say no, but then a weird thought appeared. “Actually, there is something, but it's rather stupid…” A nervous laugh escaped me. She leaned forward and locked her eyes on mine. “Don't be shy. Just say it.” I sucked in a shaky breath. “Well, I've been attacked more than once recently... I was even forced to kill someone in self-defense. Now the people we're about to deal with work with the underworld…” “You want to know how to fight, don't you?” Veronica smirked.

His next words nearly made my knees weak. “There is a rumor around about someone looking for a woman and a little girl that match Veronica and Clarissa’s descriptions,” Jarred said through clenched teeth. “It is all underground and word of mouth. But I wanted to warn you that there is an eighty thousand dollar bounty on Veronica, or better, Vianne Moore’s head. And it is rising weekly.”

“I let you see me because I wanted to see how far you’d go. And look at you. Trying to run to your little friend with the truth. How noble of you.. stupid actually but cute” My palms were damp, heart pounding against my ribs. “Elara deserves…” Her smile sharpened, though her voice never lost its softness. “Elara deserves to live. Don’t you think?” Cold shot through me. “What… what are you saying?” Veronica stepped closer, her perfume sweet, cloying, wrong. “You may think me venomous, Lila. That’s the word you whispered to yourself, wasn’t it? But venom isn’t the half of it.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering like shards of glass. “I’m more deadly than you could ever imagine. And if you va

Even the chandelier flickered nervously, as if realizing it might get involved in a fight scene soon. “I can finally unleash it,” Camilla whispered. Chills ran through every living soul in the mansion. Even Adrian, who barely knew the full story, shifted away from her by a few inches. Camilla leaned back on her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her sweet smile returning, but much too sweet, the kind of sweet that belonged on the face of a serial killer right before they stabbed someone. “So this Eric guy…” Veronica tried again, her voice shaky. “He’s like… a villain, right?”