William Murdoch Mysteries Novels & Stories

I shouted, getting up and running after him. “That man you claim to love—I’m going to find him and kill him! No one touches my mate and walks away unpunished!” William’s voice was cold and cruel. I knew exactly how dangerous his threats were—he tried to ruin Nicolas’s life over way less. He stormed out, furious, my precious blanket clutched in his hand—and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him. He’d probably use the scent on the blanket to try to track down the man I said I loved. But I wasn’t afraid for Mister Mysterious. William could search the whole damn world and still never find him—no matter how hard he tried. Mister Mysterious was far beyond his reach... and sadly, beyond mine too.

Bob asked and William was perplexed, thinking about next. “No, give her address to me.” William said, and opened his mobile to write it down. Bob gave the address and Willian spoke again. “We don’t need your assistance anymore. We don’t want Mishka back in our life, so the case is over. William Donovan will clear your money, so write his number and never call me again.” Bob felt something wrong but kept his mouth shut, noting down the number, “Contact him and he will clear all your money. Goodbye and never try to contact me ever again,” William said, and ended the call. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly left Luke’s office. ***

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

asked Agatha, almost furious. And so, Mickey took a deep inhale and steamed out air, exhaling his anxiety. Finally, he talked. “It’s fucking Isaac.” A face of bewilderment painted itself on the face of the two girls. They could not believe what came out of their friend’s mouth. It was a blasted accusation—heretic and betrayal. “That fucker accused me of killing Dean and Gwyneth. And he’s referencing that email like it refers to us. Come on, guys. It’s in his profile! He is a weirdo!”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about. It has to be someone close, right? Like inside the house. A maid or one of the chefs? Damon has all that security, so this shouldn’t be easy for an outsider to do.” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me, pacing faster now. “That’s what I’m thinking. It had to come from the mansion. We don’t eat out much, and Liam’s food is always prepared there. Maybe one of them got paid off by Damon’s enemies. Or some ex of his. William warned me about her.” “William? When did you talk to him?” “He showed up out of nowhere, saying he wants us back. I didn’t believe him about Damon’s ex at first, but now… it fits.”

A sharp light spilled out into the corridor. A low murmur of voices drifted into the quiet hallway. Evelyn paused, her instincts immediately telling her to listen. In her past life, she had ignored hushed conversations, closed doors, secret meetings, believing her love would protect her. That naivety had cost her her life. She stepped silently into the shadow of a large falcon statue, her back pressed flat against the wall as she focused on the study's interior. “...every transaction matches, Mr. Vance,” a voice said. It was a cold, detached, almost mechanical tone—the voice of Murdock, Arthur’s legendary chief of global intelligence and forensic investigation. This man operates entirely in

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

Zachary gazed out the window, as if looking at West Ridge in the past. "What did you discover?" "The matter my mom was investigating was real, and her death wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately caused it—someone you know." His voice grew increasingly cold. William's expression suddenly turned harsh—a look that hadn't appeared in years. He softly uttered a name, “Jethro Wilson.” Zachary was momentarily stunned. He had actually forgotten Mr. Wilson's real name. "Yes, that's him." William's eyes filled with contemplation. After a moment, he picked up the bottle of grain liquor and tossed it into the trash.

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro