Romans & histoires Women's Murders Club Series

I asked, and Niana beside me was looking at me and the girl trembling right in front of me, confused. "He...he didn't do anything." She replied and fidgeted her fingers. I sighed heavily and said, "I know he must have done something horrible, especially to the old members of the club." She didn't say a word. "I noticed that the club was full of ladies who are usually on top of their classes. Is he obsessed with intelligence?" I asked and moved closer to the girl. "I...I heard you are a murderer. Don't come any closer." She took a few steps away. I chortled.

Nathan handed me a stack of photos of the missing women. Each one had been vibrant and full of promise, and each had disappeared from the same club. My stomach churned as I studied the images, a sense of urgency setting in. "Look at the timeline," he said, pointing to a board covered in notes and newspaper clippings. "They're all young, all pretty, and all vanished from the club. The similarities are too strong to ignore." I took a deep breath, trying to push aside my personal feelings and focus on the job. "Okay, let's go through the security footage again. Maybe we missed something."

“They’re not going to like it but you and Margo have one hell of a point. With the way things are going… We’re going to be overrun by Bernard and his henchmen before long. Let’s just hope they don’t put up too much of a fight.” Margo sighed and rubbed at her temples. She still wasn’t certain of what she should do next but she knew one thing. The information that she had on this club was bad. It made her shiver to think that Heather, Mary, and so many others could be at the mercy of these men. The thing that made things so much worse was the woman that was leading them all.

“If the history books are correct, and there are fifty Menae, we will keep giving them numbers for names until we can identify them. When we know their names, we will update our files and refer to them accordingly. As of now, we have six subjects, including Luna Kas. The first clip you’re going to see is the woman we are calling Goddess Two. The security footage jumps around. Watch the timestamps closely.” As the security footage clips play, Milo, Musu, and I take turns explaining each crime the women have committed and impossible feats performed to make them happen. Musu discusses the crimes we cannot confirm are goddess related. I go through the finances associated with the search to date.

"Provided by their previous son-in-law, that super catchy Dr. Errington, no less." "In the course of getting free of Errington, I was witness to no less than fifty-nine murders. Women and girls who had done nothing wrong. Errington killed no fewer than seventy-three females. Of those seventy-three, Winslow and Beverly were personally responsible for twenty-two." "You little bitch!" Winslow yelled. Mas kneecapped him. Slapped some duct tape over his mouth as the crowd gasped collectively.

“I… I hated going to that hospital. I always felt sick afterward. Tired. Like I’d been dreaming bad things. But I never… I never remembered.” Hale nodded. “That’s consistent with high-dose midazolam. Victims often repress or fragment memories. But they’re coming back for others. They will for you too.” He slid another photo across, Monica’s signature on a 2012 form. “Your stepmother was there. Every time. Did she ever… say anything? Genesis closed her eyes. Memories flickered, small, jagged. Monica’s voice: “Be a good girl. The doctor’s just helping you.”

We got closer and the buildings peeled away and there was a shop set behind a small parking lot with pumps and oil marks, and fireflies dancing through the overhead lights like stars warring darkness. “Fuel,” Momma says. “People have to stop here, even if they won’t stop for a woman and a little girl walking alone late at night.” Something so bitter in her voice, like she couldn’t swallow. She let go of my hand to dig through her coat pockets. The clink of loose change. “We can make a plan with this,” she said. Then she smiled, dropped her arm around my shoulders and hugged me close to her as we walked. “You and me, we can make a plan with anything.”

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

"If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out." My girlfriend, Kaylee Dishman, was gentle by nature. At work, she was approachable and well-liked by everyone. How could she possibly be a killer? The woman in front of me looked deathly pale, as though all the color had been drained from her face. She didn't seem the least bit surprised by my reaction. "You'll believe me eventually," she said. "You're a man of conscience." Her gaze slowly drifted to the plaque on my office wall. "Your girlfriend won't be coming home tomorrow night. She's going to dispose of a body." After saying that, she got up and left.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."