William Murdoch Mysteries Novels & Stories

“Because if we take this path… there may be no way back.” William closed the laptop. His gaze was sharp—not at Evelyn, but at himself. “I’ve lived too long in the shadow of a truth that’s been locked away. Maybe it’s time… someone opened the window.” --- The next morning, William wore a sharp black suit, a dark tie, and walked with steady steps into the Hartford family estate. But this wasn’t a social call. And it wasn’t a negotiation. He carried documents—vendor contracts, the blurred elevator footage, and printed records of suspicious transactions.

Jessica frankly said, “I hired a private detective to re-check the photos given by Adam. The photo of William was not photoshopped. It was real. Since Adam could find the whereabouts of William, I think you could as well..." A flicker of guilt crossed Christian’s face for a moment, but the next second, he looked straight into her eyes and said, “I am indeed investigating. However, William’s whereabouts have been temporarily unknown since our incident in Chestertown. I do not know where he went or was sent to..." "Somebody is indeed obstructing me secretly, and he is very powerful. I understand that you suspect Maddox Group, but not only are the domestic forces involved in this matter…" Chris

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

As we pieced together the clues, a chilling realization dawned on us: the mole wasn’t just feeding information—they were actively sabotaging our missions. “We need to move fast,” Letty said, her voice trembling. Before I could respond, the door burst open, and William stormed in. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his eyes blazing. “We’re trying to find the mole,” I said, keeping my tone calm. “And you didn’t think to include me?” he shot back. “This isn’t about excluding you,” Letty interjected. “It’s about doing what needs to be done.” But William wasn’t appeased. He turned to me, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. “You don’t trust me anymore, do you?”

But then William creeps up in my head, and the connection between us somehow quickens in a way that I can feel that is there. Apart from that, everything seems to be back to normal. There haven't been more murders related to Deamhans or any of that nature. Which is good, but now we don't know what or where they are. We haven't seen Megan around anymore and word has spread out of Britney's demise. I finally remembered her death, and that William was the one to end her life. That terrifies me. He's capable of murder.

However, all hopes were not lost as they would gain a lead by checking out the name list curated by the government to study abroad twenty years ago. William was not worried about it as he would eventually have a grasp on her identity as long as Emily was still alive. He was instead worried that Emily had nothing to do with the incident. He would then be taken back to square one if that turned out to be the case. He must be on top of his toes during the investigation as he needed to sort out her details meticulously. William would only be at ease once he found out about the mysterious man and the mole within the Floyd family. He then gathered the information about the mysterious man abroad on

Once his mirth was contained, he said, “No, my good friend, this woman is not my wife. I spoke with Mercedes earlier this afternoon and she is not this mystery woman.” “Then let us hope the main reason this woman wants to help us is because she wants to get to know me better.” “Yes, indeed.” William glanced at the letter again. “So, tonight at midnight? I wonder why so late?” “Secrecy, of course.” Unease gathered in William’s stomach, clenching his gut. “Gabe? Would you like me to come along? Just in case you might need help? I’ll hide in the bushes outside.” Gabe chuckled. “What could go awry when two strangers meet for the first time as they work together to clear your name?”

William understood what she meant, but looking at the man before him… William comfortingly patted Mariah’s shoulder, then turned to the private investigator, “That’s fine, but… not right now.” “What do you mean?” the investigator asked, confused. “Give me your business card, and when the money is ready, I’ll contact you.” The private investigator hesitated for a moment before pulling out a business card and handing it over. “Murphy?” William frowned at the name on the card; it sounded somewhat familiar… “If I remember correctly, you were involved in the highly publicized suicide case of the rising star Yilena Brown in the entertainment industry, right?” “How do you know about that?”

For a moment, William just stood there, silent. Then, he looked Dr. Moreno straight in the eye and said, “Forget this ever happened.” Dr. Moreno’s stomach dropped. He waited for William to take it back, to say he was in shock, that they needed to go to the police together. But he didn’t. That was when Dr. Moreno realized—this wasn’t just about Stella. William was in on it too. From that day on, strange things started happening. He noticed cars parked outside his house at odd hours. Unfamiliar faces watching him wherever he went. Someone tailing him when he left work.

"William…” "The investigation ruled it an accident. Faulty wiring. But Catherine was careful about things like that. She would have noticed if something was wrong." His hands fisted on the desk. "I've always suspected it wasn't an accident. Just like my mother's car crash wasn't an accident. Just like my brake line being cut wasn't an accident." Lucy's mind was reeling. "You think someone murdered your wife?" "I think someone has been systematically destroying everyone I love. My mother. My wife. And then they came for me." William's eyes met hers, and there was something desperate in them. "That's why I can't let myself care about you, Lucy. Because everyone I care about dies."