Women's Murders Club Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

"Mr. Rhodes, you're also a target." "I know. That's why I'm hiring more security." Rachel leaned forward. "What about the foundation? All those women are vulnerable." "We're coordinating with NYPD. Extra patrols. But we can't protect everyone." Chilling reality. Cross could strike anywhere. "He'd go after innocent women to get to me?" Rodriguez didn't sugarcoat it. "He's ordered twelve murders that we know of. So yes." Jennifer closed her files. "This is why we need to convict him. Life without parole. He never gets out."

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

She already knew the answer, but wanted to keep up appearances. “Depends…what do you want?” The woman uncrossed her legs to reveal her nakedness underneath before covering up. The man and woman that were licking on her neck now moved to her exposed leg. Jasmine tried her best to not give in to the seduction the woman was trying to cast on her. “A pattern of missing girls were last scene here at your club, mind if I ask a couple of questions?” Jasmine looked around the club then. “Alone preferably.”

she asked suddenly. "Just colleagues. I'm not required to go to work for some time, though. Where do you work?" "A small company." Her reply was horribly vague, but he supposed they had the next few days to truly get to know each other. Living under the same room stretches possibilities far and wide. "I don't think it's safe to be outside working when you're a target of the most notorious murderer in town." The statement seemed to catch her attention. Lucinda turned to face him. "I know right. That murderer is a true demon. Someone made of an evil heart. Don't you agree, Jean Luc?"

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

She even had the family's financial ledgers spread open in front of her. That was my spot, and I used to sit there every night, going over documents while I looked out at the garden. Martina looked up and smiled softly. "Roberto, you've had too much to drink. I was just helping you sort through..." Before she could finish, his hand was already wrapped around her throat, and he slammed her against the wall. Books scattered across the floor. His face was inches from hers, his breath sharp with alcohol and something far colder as he hissed, "Who gave you permission to touch Amelia's things?"

“ He was at the club at the estimated time of death , if you had bothered to check the CCTV footage you have gathered from the club you would already know that. Or you already have and still want my client to somehow miraculously trip himself up for something he hasn’t done so you can finally get what you have always wanted. These men are behind bars. Well not today detective Millwood , all four of these men can be accounted for in the CCTV footage, therefore you are barking up the wrong tree. Now remove the cuffs “ she states looking down at my cuffed wrists and I sit with a shit eating grin on my face. David sits practically vibrating on his seat with anger. Maria doesn't look too much bet

She had a gaping wound on her throat. So that’s where all the blood came from, I thought. *** "Two murders in one night. This is getting out of hand," Danna said grimly. She was talking to her partner while staring at me. Did she just say two murders? "There has been another murder?" I asked. I wish my voice didn't shake so much. "It seems that your neighbor might have something to do with it. What do you know about him?" she asked me directly this time. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said, shaking my head.

My heart dropped instantly, and heat curled into my throat as I stared at the six figures sitting around the circular table of the club. Hailey Barnyard, a member of the arts and music club. Ranie Solokov, the leader of the games club, and then, the two girls that had c ome to be my goddess given torture devices. Betty Adams, and Mackenzie Mc-curdy.