Virgo Serial Killers Novels & Stories

Stralath asked. "Yes." Coco pointed at more files on her desk. "We've had our hands full lately. First, dealing with Bobby's victims, and then the vibrio or fisheri who has packaged his siren toxin in an injection form. And now it seems we have a third killer who might be a serial offender." "Is Bobby still under surveillance?" Coco nodded. Stralath tapped the file. "This human is reckless—he beats and strangles his victims, and his method speaks of rage."

And he'd been killed in a way that looked like Viper's work. I put the book down because pretending to read it was insulting to both of us. Viper’s methods weren’t public knowledge. People reconstructed fragments afterward, built profiles from crime scenes and reports, but the specifics, the sequencing, the entry signatures, the way I closed a scene belonged to a very small circle. That was a very short list. Xry was on it. Three other people I'd worked with closely in the first four years were on it, two of whom were dead and one of whom was in a prison facility in northern Finland and had been for the better part of eighteen months.

“…death confirmed this morning of the famous mafioso Santino Ricci, the man whom justice has never been able to reach despite years of investigation. Found dead in his hospital room, he never woke up from the coma into which he had been plunged..." The words rang through the air like a hammer blow. I remained frozen, my gaze glued to the screen where the frozen portrait of Santino was displayed. His stern face, the one that had made entire neighborhoods tremble, was now frozen in history. A shiver ran through me. It was me. It was my hand that evening that had plunged the blade into his flesh. It was I who had caused this coma from which he never emerged.

Virginia held Gerald’s hand tighter, “Cedric has gone after saving me from Vincent and Miller. Vincent and Miller died together with the remaining capos in that explosion… Lusiana has died in the hand of a boy whose father was killed… Michelle was also gone after she got hit by a car… The consiglieres were dead after fighting against Cedric… and then Arnold, Bernard, Carlos… They all died while trying to help me… Susan too, she saved me from being drowned in the sea… Everyone has gone now and I don’t want you to go!” Virginia began to cry louder. She expressed all of her emotions to Gerald. “Gerald… please wake up. I don’t know what to do now… If you want to kill me after you know that I am

The voice that talks from the other side isn't a man's, it's a mechanical voice that sounds like it's coming from a dysfunctional robot. "Layla Peterson. Original name: Heisha Gill; prime suspect of the FBI for the serial killings in Ellicott City, Scottsville and Wilson. Her targets are typically children from the ages of three to eight. So far, she has ten victims and all of them died by mutilation." I involuntarily gasp at the word 'mutilation'. A serial killer? "Heisha disappeared from Austin a few years ago and had plastic surgery. She settled in Vancouver last year and established the Starkid Kindergarten."

I'll do anything for Lilian, which includes escaping these bars to find her. It would have been easier if things were going my way. Lillian wasn't safe, she was in even more danger now that Tyrell was on the move. How did I know? Well, first, I overheard the loud officers talking about a serial killer that broke out of Fox River years back, and they still haven't managed to find him ever since. I confirmed it was Tyrell when he was broadcast on the radio as a wanted man. He was going berserk again and no one knows why. Two girls had gone missing in Denver and the police had pinned it on him because he had left his signature behind. He uses the blood of his victims to spell out his signature

She is Maeve Moretti, my best friend, Holden’s daughter which means that her brother Nash is also Holden’s son. I sank into the chair. How the hell did I not see all of these? The people I had been looking for, for close to two decades had been close to me all along. The killer, Marcella D’Angelo was living right in my house and my best friend kids were close to me, yet I didn’t know this. “What do we do now?” Vivienne asked. I sat there in silence, almost unsure of the next step, but I knew things were about to get either worse or better.

Gabriel “Three suspects were confirmed dead at the scene,” the late-night news anchor says robotically to the camera. Three unflattering mugshots pop up on the television screen. I recognize every single one of them. “Martin Jones, Harry Lim, and Laura Ortega are known to police,” the news anchor continues, “and were considered persons of interest to Interpol for several prolific heists spanning the last twenty-five years.” Poor bastards, I think quietly to myself as I sip red wine. If only they had the good sense to quit while they were ahead like I did, maybe they wouldn’t be six feet under.

So he followed slowly, to the ally, trying his impossible to not be seen or heard, then, he heard them, "I'm telling the truth bro, it's only rumoured but, the viper is down. I heard some of the big boss's henchmen talking about it." One guy with a piercing on almost every part of his face. The name viper stole Dylan's attention. He wasn't hearing it for the first time; he had come across it while investigating numerous cases in Silverton and other nearby cities. The called this person The Viper, no one knew who the were but they had a reputation that drove shivers down your spine. They said whoever this person was, they could walk right I front of you and tell you their real identity and yo