William Murdoch Mysteries Novels & Stories

Nathan rubbed his temples. “Way bigger.” He stared at the photo again. Then at his reflection on the black screen. His stomach twisted slightly. Because the more he investigated… The more the truth seemed unavoidable. And he wasn’t sure what would happen when everyone finally discovered it. --- Back at the Miller mansion, dinner had already ended. William stood by the window again, looking out over the dark city skyline. Behind him, Coco watched quietly. She knew that posture. William was thinking. Deeply. Dangerously.

★★★ “Since you have lost your way to the mansion, I will have to pay you a visit to see what made you decide to stay here?!" Winston stated emphatically, sharply looking at William before giving attention to Monica and finding her wearing William's coat over a gown. 'Where are they returning from?' Winston had a question pop into his mind. To be honest, he had trouble understanding William following this marriage. William had a sinister secret that left him wondering: Could it be that William was hiding some secret and he was just not able to figure it out?

A certain brown-headed student did not wait for the orders to ensue as he instantly starts rushing the second the explosion takes place. "Aimee! Please be safe!" He desperately wished as he made his way to the main camp. Meanwhile, on the main campus, a certain black hair student is currently being hunted by four hooded individuals. "Make sure to not let her escape! We need to end her!" Ordered one of the hooded individuals. "Roger that!" Another responded as she pulls a handgun before pulling the trigger and shooting the student with magical bullets. The places that the bullets touches instantly melted some are even burnt to crisp.

“That boy, I need to know who his mother is.” I turned the wheels, smoothly curving through the sharp bend on the road “Do you I look like a hacker to you?” “Don't play games with me Alduro?” “Games?” He chuckled. “You are asking me to find medical records he would have have properly and decoratively sealed. Surveillance I can do. Murder I can do but not hacking.” I literally growled at him before I let out a deep exhale. He was right. “Give me a name.” “Montolo. I hope you still have a breathing account because dude will suck you dry.”

She met William at the elevator doors, arms crossed, face pale. He didn’t speak at first. Just handed her the whale and the note. She read it once. Then again. Her fingers tightened until the cardstock creased. “He’s escalating,” William said, voice dangerously calm. “This isn’t curiosity anymore. This is claiming.” Destiny’s breath came short. “He doesn’t even know where we live. How—” “The PI,” William cut in. “He hired one. We knew that. He’s been digging. And now he’s using what he found.”

it's still not clear. Meanwhile, Adrian's voice came out and William got out of the sea of thoughts he was about to drown in. "Sir... I discovered something... Mrs. Sarah sent an email yesterday... and it hasn't arrived yet." William opened his eyes and said, "Hmm, it makes sense." “What shall we do, sir?” Adrian asked. " nothing nothing " William knew these things Adrian couldn't handle. These things needed gangsters, real gangsters. ... Outside, William was about to get into Alexander's car that was going to take him home... before he felt something out of place... a strange... uncomfortable feeling...

Erwin growled in his deep scratchy baritone and Alexander’s father cleared his throat, lifting the barrel of his gun defensively in front of him as we inched to the open gates of the manor. “Let’s fucking do this, they've got to be holding them in some kind of cell,” William growled, fixing me with his blue eyes and I felt my fingers shake with the force of the adrenaline that was coursing through my system when I realized he looked every bit the mafia lord that he was, his salt and pepper hair matching the striking suit he had on. I knew he was right, we couldn't keep waiting for the smoke signal from Aliyah, whatever it was, we had to move now before the McCoy got back.

Trying to read something on the notepad. A deep sigh escapes, as he grabs his iPad and checks the urgent emails. But his eyebrows narrow when a private email shows up on the screen. Hurriedly opening the email, he grabs the phone and calls someone... " Detective McMillan! Please visit me as soon as possible!" After the incident, William hasn't stopped searching for the murderers who killed Odette. The murder scene was so clean and there was no clue around which made Detective McMillan have some doubts about her death.

CHAPTER 15 Another Angle On their drive back to the headquarters, Detective Ian Murray and William were quiet, each absorbed in thought. Between their ears, the case was moving full speed ahead. “Want me to make us coffee, Ian?” William asked as they were about to get settle down. “Yes please, no sugar,” replied Ian. He put his legs up on the desk, turned on the news programme on TV, relaxed and expected nothing more from the day. The next ten minutes changed that.

“So, what happened next?” “Well, I freaked out. I broke into Murdoch’s fucking mansion one weekend while his wife and kids were away, waited for him to come home. Tied him up, beat him up, hoped to get a confession. I got it, but by then I’d – I’d gone too far.” “You killed him.”