Who Killed Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

"I never told you anything. I never gave you any location. How did you even..." "You stabbed yourself in my kitchen," Jeffery said. "You wanted to die that badly yet I kept you alive so i'm only helping you" He tilted his head slightly. "Your old friends were busy doing the math. I did not have to say a word." She stood there and felt the pieces arrive one by one.

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

“I know.” He leaned back a bit, trying to get a sense of how she was doing. “Can you walk?” She nodded, still shaky and pale but looking better, and he helped her to her feet. “Did you – did you kill someone?” she asked him. “Is someone dead up there?” “Kirk is dead,” he said, steering her to the stairs, watching to see if she swayed. “But I didn’t do it. Ace did.” “Ace killed Kirk Jensen?” she said, totally disbelieving, starting up the steps. “Ace?”

She trusted me to get this person and put this matter to rest. It has been a week since I left her, and three more people have been killed so far. A she-wolf from the silver moon pack and a close guard to the young alpha of the deep-water pack. Jeyden. He too was killed the same way as the others. Another was the young alpha from the Golden Moon pack and this one was a friend of Jeyden. Now I believed that the person who was doing all the killings was after Jeyden, but we still didn’t know why.

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

"You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!" With that, Wynnie slammed the evidence right into Jeff's face, the edge of the folder cutting into his forehead.

“I remember when Joe found out you were part of the APM. He asked to join.” “That was just a ruse,” his father said. “I’m sure of it.” “Jasper had one of ‘em in the hideout,” said the third guy. “They rescued him and left Jasper face down in the dirt floor. I know the old woman was with ‘em. Even if she didn’t actually do the deed, she got her just desserts for helping those that killed my boy while rescuing a shadow walker.” “I’ve never been part of a killing before,” Jeff said nervously. “Burying a shadow walker’s body before he can get back to it isn’t the same as sticking a skewer into an old woman’s lungs and letting her bleed out.”

"You tried to do the right thing by alerting the authorities." A hint of bitterness touched Jeff's voice as he nodded. "Yes, but that decision had consequences. The next week, after I delivered the weapons, he realized that I knew his secret. He sent assassins to kill me and my family." Jeff's voice trembled as he revealed the painful truth. Drake's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of Jeff's past. "You escaped, but your wife and children were the victims," he summarized, his voice gentle yet heavy with empathy.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

“Not at all if Jeff put it somewhere else outside this house. He could have kept the gun in his office or in his safe. Things like that usually happen.” “Grandpa is not the type to carry a gun everywhere. I still doubt that grandpa moved the gun somewhere else. The only thing that makes sense is that the killer stole grandpa's gun to replace the gun he left on grandpa's lap.” Calvin clapped loudly and laughed scornfully at Anthony. “Bravo. You're a great analyzer, huh? But unfortunately your analysis was not proven correct. Jeff died by suicide. He was so frustrated with his life and heart disease that it limited his mobility. He must have thought that death was the right choice to end all h