Who Was The Killer In Sorority Row Novels & Stories

Alissa relaxed her legs slightly, he was trying so hard to make her feel better. “Yeah, she said she couldn't prove who did it so would punish us all,” he recounted, a sheepish grin formed. “No, you didn't admit it. So she couldn't prove who did it,” Alissa corrected him. His sheepish smile turned to a grin. “Oh, Yeah,” he admitted. “So if you remember all that. How could you believe I killed them?” Alissa went in for the kill. Michael rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I wanted someone to blame,” he said feebly.

"Victor... I love you... whatever I've ever done wrong, it was for you... if you want me to die in your wife’s place, I'll do it..." Carlos's eyes cut toward me. "So the killer is you. Correct?" I was shaking with anger. "I am not the killer. Victor. Tell the truth." Victor said nothing. Carlos's patience ran out. "Say it now, or I shoot both of them." "Don't, wait, put the gun down—" "Shut up. Say it." "It's Delora! It was her!" Victor's hand was pointing at me. "Ha... haha..." The room went silent. My laughter was the only sound.

Scratched. Altered. Her eyes darkened. “They want us to think it was him.” Rowan looked up sharply. “What?” “This,” she said, holding up the marker. “It’s too obvious.” Rowan’s expression hardened. “You think he was framed.” “Yes.” “Why?” Aria stood slowly. “Because the real traitor is still inside the pack.” The realisation hit harder than the body at their feet. Rowan clenched his fists. “They killed him to silence him.”

“He said killing her would break you, but I didn't buy that. He said it was about you… but it sounded like he wanted your wife dead for other reasons.” “What other reasons?” Rowan asked. Emilio shook his head. “I don't know… It just seemed personal.” Hunter huffed out a laugh. “That's ridiculous. Do you claim my wife has enemies of her own?” I shuddered at that thought. Surely, Calvin and Portia might have hated me, but I doubted either could be behind this. Rowan's eyes landed on me. “Can you think of anyone capable of putting together such a plan?” A hysterical laugh escaped me. “You're kidding me, right?”

"She already knows, she already broke into our lives, she already used you. And baby, she is involved in something worse than you think. Doris shook her head in desperation. “You don’t understand, Rita… she’s not normal. She’s not just Chris’s girlfriend. She—” Kelvin forced a calmness into his voice. “Then explain it to me.” There was a moment in which Doris seemed about to break completely. Then she sank onto the couch, hugged her knees to her chest, and whispered: "She killed somebody. I'm sure of it." Kelvin's pulse quickened. “Who?” Doris swallowed, her voice shaking. “I… I don’t know the name. But one night she came home with blood on her coat. She thought I was asleep. She said someth

Anger quaking her insides at the mere thought of Rowan, she went on, her expression serious, "I know Henry Rowan like the back of my palm. He is not a drug dealer. A drug abuser, yes, but he isn't smart enough to be a drug dealer without being caught. This must have been all planned." After all, Rowan was only good at two things which were drug and women. He had no life ambitions and spent the rest of his life being Trixson's pawn. There was another mastermind, the woman who had ended Aiden's life. Elsie pondered if she could be involved in all this. They were nine years behind the time frame, but with the way things were changing and speeding up, that moment must be soon. Could she be behin

"I heard you ran into some trouble too?" "It's Rowena. Some professional killer is trying to kill her." "What grade is the killer?" "B-grade. He managed to escape while I was taking care of Donald. I suspect he's working under someone's order, but he keeps his mouth shut pretty tightly. He hasn't revealed anything even after I've tortured him. Logically speaking, Donald is in prison right now, so there's no reason for the killer to be loyal to him, so I suspect that the mastermind is someone else. There's something suspicious about the boat wreck Rowena was in last time as well."

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."