Who Was The Killer In Sorority Row Novels & Stories

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.

Belle didn't dare to say anything more and quickly backed away. She was also furious. The masked man in the elevator was a killer with the nickname Santhor. He preyed specifically on women and was on the top of the wanted criminals' list. Santhor would always disappear without a trace after each murder. There was also no rhyme or rhythm to his killing sprees. Coupled with his strength and ability, he had always managed to evade the law.

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.

Ruben replied exasperated. “But it was Jackson who conspired to kill you, on the day of the ceremony. He is dead, so the justice has been served I believe.” Councilman Peter said. Ruben shook his head in frustration. They were too thick-headed to understand the danger. Dorcas was deranged. “Dorcas is after my mate as well, and I believe he is behind the human killings too. There is something sinister about that fellow.” Ruben muttered.

How Harriet died and what happened after that, Zion could not remember. “So, as of now, the killer is Sherly,” Cassius said while nodding his head. When Cassius realized how casually he called Zion’s mother as a murderer, he looked at his cousin. However, Zion does not display any sadness over the fact that it was his mother. He acted as if he’s accusing someone who wasn’t a family member. Well, Zion was never fond of his family from the beginning. He considered himself an outsider from Finn and Sherly’s blood.

“Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.” I nod to him. “Jase confirmed the serial killers’ link during torture,” I inform those present. It’s dark out, where we located the streetlamp is out, so it hid us within the shadows. “Razor Grothman is the guy who almost killed Lockie,” Ali adds. My eyebrows lift in surprise. “All I want to know is the guy on the list?” Sawyer asks Ali and Callum. “Yeah, he is,” Callum rasps out. “Good,” I snarl. “He almost killed us the other night.”

“Nah, it ain’t like that. These guys . . . no. They don’t know shit. You could almost call my client’s interest academic.” Joe’s eyebrow jumps and I hurry to add, “Not in a public way. Nobody’s writing a book.” “I’ll play along for now,” he says, “but I’m trusting you, Miles.” I nod and trace a circle in the air over our empty shot glasses for the bartender. “What do you want to know?” “For starters, your honest opinion: Do you believe the killer is a gangbanger?” “The first victim was a known member of the Ghost Shadows.” It doesn’t get past me that that’s not a direct answer.

I ran after the policemen taking the route they had taken. Every member of his staff surrounded his office, and a policeman was yelling out. I made my way out to the open and what i saw stunned me. Rowan was squeezing life out of this lady so badly that she was almost at the point of death. Zack was begging, the policemen were pointing guns at him and he was adamant. He wanted to kill her. My husband wanted to kill someone. My husband was at the verge of becoming a murderer. "Rowan leave her." My shout worked like magic. He turned, his eyes bloodshot, but slowly melted as soon as it rested on me. He dropped her immediately and went after me, that was when i took to my heels.

“I need a drink!” He got up from his chair and headed for the bar installed in Jason’s living room to pour himself a large glass of whiskey. They were all silent while Alya tried to figure out what was going on. “Why is everyone so quiet?” She demanded. “I think we have a lead. Don’t we?” “We do,” Malorie murmured. “UGH! Are you sure it’s Heath Seo? Are you absolutely sure?” “Yes!” Jason closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Of all the guys, the killer had to be Heath Seo. No wonder Sheila was scared. She knew that the man she was going against was dangerous and cruel.

CANDICE'S POV “Who the hell is Sara?” Killian asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. Rowan leaned back in his chair, calm as ever, one hand resting beside the white envelope like he’d been saving it for years. “An Omega who used to live right here in this pack house. Six years ago. Records say she died in the rogue attack on the eastern clinic.” His eyes stayed locked on me. “But I’m starting to think those records might be wrong.”