Genre Mystery & Crime. Page - 42
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Why do people choose to kill? There really is not no easy answer to that question though many have tried to break it... Come in and see what happens to with the two woman at night in a library. Someone is in there fixing the lights does he have something to do with their murder? Were they murdered?
In "Artist meets Con" Ayana an Master Artist is starting her life all over again in a new town at the right time. She lands a new job as an Investigator of fraudulent online businesses and extortioners. This mini series makes for all out adventure for Ayana. Read More....
Lewis Grimshaw and Wesley Mortimer are two amateur private detectives, trying desperately to become the next Holmes and Watson in tribute to Lewis's murdered sister. However, to the despair of Mortimer, his partner is not quite as functional as the legendary Mr Holmes.
This is my entry for the Mystery contest. The detective's name is Hanna Brennan, a spunky young girl with a love for her grandmother. But when she dies after sending Hanna a letter, Hanna knows that something's wrong.
What started off as just missing a graduation soon turned into a murder. With Lisa's mother dead Joy will stop at nothing to see Lisa's mothers murderer behind bars. Joy and her Police Office husband, John, work together to solve a case that seems impossible. But will this case have more than meets the eye? Let me present: It takes two to murder
One missing persons case boggled the minds of New York officers and detectives alike. It was if the girl had simply vanished. There were no clues. No links. One year later, recently transferred Detective Arthur Reynolds is assigned to the case. Delving deep inside a mystery that seemed to have astounded his colleagues, Reynolds must find out who killed the girl, because, as is often the case, murderers usually strike more than once. And it's only a matter of time before more blood is spilt.
“So I find myself in front of a computer, head on the desk wondering how I got here. As I look around nothing is familiar to me, all seems to out of place. Was I just sleeping? Why do I not remember where this is? I look on the desk in front of me and find it is almost empty of personal items just a computer and stuff to write a note or two with. Is this my home office or someone else’s? Wait, who am I? What is my name? This is not right, why is my mind so blank? I must find something here to
"The only witnesses are the silent trees and the frightened deer as they ran from the crunch of leaves, the fall of heavy footsteps, the sense of coming danger and the odor of lingering death as a towering figure leans over the river, scrubbing crimson stained hands in the clear water."