Novel & Cerita Who Was The Killer In Sorority Row

So innocent and fragile, with no idea of what hell I was going through. Look at that! Who would have thought she would be the key to all of this? "Bravo, Carmen," the voice in the dark added, all the while increasing an air of familiarity. " There's still one last piece of the puzzle left." Unmasking the Headshot Killer. Carmen finally turned around and there she was, her face glowing under the dim light and allowing Carmen to see her face. The Headshot Killer had been a woman and not the opposite as the APD had thought.

The flying dagger and the lead bullet collided and fell to the ground simultaneously. The expression of the woman in black slightly changed. She then said indifferently, “Trisha Cloude?” The female killer on the opposite side also spoke coldly, “Indeed, heroes are young. I have always heard that Cora Lloyd’s marksmanship is amazing, and it seems that it is true.” Apparently, this woman in black was none other than Cora Lloyd, who ranked third on the killer list. The two women who were on the killer list looked at each other. Cora then rushed forward in the next moment. She raised her right hand and fired bullets using the sniper again.

I looked at everyone who was now curious about El Sandra’s actions. “Bravo. Bravo. Bravo, Engineer Lee,” she grinned mockingly, her red lips curled in a smirk. “What is this, El Sandra?” Tita Ingrid stood up and approached El Sandra. “Mom… Everyone… In front of you is a woman full of vengeance…” “El Sandra, what is this nonsense?!” Tita Ingrid asked angrily I went silent and got nervous. "Everyone. She’s the killer. Engineer Akemi Sean Lee. She killed Miss Aguirre."

My heart is hammering in my chest, knowing that one among us, one among our high school friends is the killer, the person who took Jos life in their hands. Grayson nods slowly, not knowing what else to say. Ben, however, makes himself busy staring out of the window. I don’t know what to say. I know what Ben must be thinking right now. He must be wondering which bitch among all the party attenders had taken the woman he loves away from him. I’m thinking the same. And Grayson is stuck between us. The killer was there. She was there during the whole party. We invited her. I invited her. I brought her to the place she wanted to be in.

And now, he was after her. Killian was surprised when he saw that footage. The man he had been hunting had been right under his nose all along and somehow, they had never seen it. That day, his blood had turned cold when the realization hit: his little one had been late to step out of the academy. His mind had flooded with negative thoughts. Killian’s jaw clenched. He got to know that Cedric had changed his name. Wiped all evidence and vanished for years after killing his sister brutally only to return now as Kang Rowan.

"Of course she did. You see I know my nephews better than they know themselves. I knew Dominic would react exactly how I expected to keep up his image as the big, bad don." Marcus let out a low whistle, respect shining in his eyes. "Impressive, uncle. But what about the fallout? Surely killing that caretaker is gonna have some serious consequences?" Sergio's grin widened, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "That's the beauty of it, my boy. The caretaker wasn't just some random underling - she was the elder sister and only family of that notorious assassin, Ferdinand Guiterra, a.k.a. “Kill Shot.”

That was when Bella spoke up, "From the way your mother described him, that sounds like Mr. Mattel. Are you saying it wasn't the police who brought you here, but Mr. Mattel?" Bella had a hundred questions, and it looked like she wouldn't stop until she got her answers. "Natalie, what was he doing there at the scene of the incident?" Rowan wasn't just at the scene. He was also the one who fired the shot that hit Jason in the wrist. Natalie pressed her lips together, concern slowly rising in her chest. The first time they met, Natalie had already seen how violent Rowan could be when it came to getting revenge. Then, there was the gunshot wound from before as well.

He looked back again to Iris. “The killer…” he said, exhaling sharply. “Is Ms. Roxanne! I’m such an idiot!” Iris frowned at him, confused of what he said. Max brought out the picture of Mr. Weston and Roxanne and handed it to Iris. “We had the killer right under our noses! And the proof was freaking staring at me the whole time!” he hissed angrily. He started to walk back and forth. He was about to throw a punch on the brick wall beside them but stopped mid-way when he realized it will only hurt him.

I sighed, tugging harder on the reins of the horse as we were almost at the pack's borders. "What is it that borders you?" Gwen, one of the coven witches, asked beside me on her horse. Her inquiry pierced the depths of my soul. Everything seemed to be bothering me. I can feel it. There is a looming darkness lurking within the pack; it's over everyone. Strange things happened that I couldn't explain, starting with the death of Rowan. He was murdered by a witch within the pack's territory. A witch that didn't belong to the coven. Somewhere deep down, I know that whoever murdered him was still within us. The witches and I haven't stopped investigating, and whosoever the witch was, we will unmas

The news I heard shocked me. “Around 6:40pm this evening, the police identified the culprit for the murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney and Mary Adele White. The culprit is a middle aged man: Smith Connor the uncle of the diseased agent. The sheriff: Morgan was fatally shot…he died later in the hospital…Chris the accomplice…receiving treatment at Winster county hospital… hard drugs and guns were among the things confiscated at the scene… June Hall reporting.” I knew this instant that I would never escape this, my life may be lost in the process. My fear now is not the detective with a scowl but Smith. I know he would not let me be.