Author: John Kone
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 0738807311
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 394
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"The Willington Secret" is about the perfect crime. People are being murdered and the "bad guys" have discovered how to dispose of the evidence without a trace. The story, set in the mid 1960's takes place in a small college town of Willington, Georgia, but this story could happen anywhere......even in your home town. What makes this story unique is that people committing the horrible crimes, blend perfectly into the Willington community fabric. The town citizens pass them on the streets, eat at the same restaurants, and belong to the same civic organizations, but suspect nothing. The good people of Willington don't realize that, these highly respected, pillars of the community have perfected a foolproof way to commit the ultimate crime and get away with it! The hero is Josh Novack, a student/athelete, whose only goal in life is to make it through college on an athletic scholarship. As a result of an incredible chain of events, Josh becomes committed and involved in the Willington Secret. Now he faces a deadly dilemma: expose the criminals before he becomes their next victim. The villians, however, are thoroughly entrenched in the town hierarchy. They are model citizens, people of power and and position, thus making Josh Novack's task of revealing their secret insurmountable. Although the story is fiction, the recipe used to erase all evidence that a crime had been committed is not. Take certain circumstances common to any community add some unscrupulous, greedy people, who just happen to be engaged in professions that provide the necessary cover, and the result is the formula for the perfect crime. The scariest part is that it could really happen!
Author: Drac Von Stoller
Publisher: Drac Von Stoller
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 18
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A chill hung heavy in the air of Willington Castle, seeping from the very stones of the ancient building. It was a chill that had nothing to do with the late October weather, but rather with the impending storm brewing within the castle's walls. The sprawling estate, nestled in the misty hills of rural England, had stood for centuries, a silent witness to generations of Willington family drama. But never had it seen a night quite like this. Sir Edward Willington, the patriarch of the family, lay sprawled on the thick Persian rug in his study. His lifeless figure, eyes wide with terror, hinted at a final, horrific realization. The once-proud man, his face contorted in a grotesque mask of fear, was a stark contrast to the opulence that surrounded him. Leather-bound books lined the walls, their spines gleaming in the flickering firelight. A half-empty glass of brandy sat on the mahogany desk, the amber liquid catching the light like a trapped tear. Detective Inspector Marcus Thorne stood over the body, his face impassive. At fifty-three, Thorne was a veteran of the force, his salt-and-pepper hair and lined face testament to years of solving gruesome crimes. But there was something unsettling about this scene, a sense of calculated malice that chilled him to the bone. Beside him, the young and eager Detective Sergeant Emily Carter looked visibly shaken, her bright blue eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "Looks like a clean shot, Inspector," Carter murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Right through the heart." Thorne nodded, his gaze fixed on the body. "No forced entry, no signs of struggle. Looks like a classic case of someone close to the victim." His deep voice resonated in the quiet room, each word weighted with years of experience. A soft gasp echoed through the room. Lady Eleanor Willington, Sir Edward's wife of thirty years, stood in the doorway. Her face was a mask of carefully cultivated grief, but her eyes held a flicker of something else – a cold calculation that belied her outward sorrow. She was a striking woman in her early fifties, her silver-streaked dark hair pulled back in an elegant chignon. "Someone close to Edward?" she echoed, her voice laced with feigned disbelief. "That's impossible. He was a kind and generous man. Beloved by all." Her hand fluttered to her throat, adorned with a string of flawless pearls. Thorne's lips curved into a wry smile. "We'll see about that, Lady Willington," he replied, his voice low and measured. He'd seen enough high-society murders to know that beneath the veneer of respectability often lurked the darkest of motives. As the night wore on, the castle became a hive of activity. Forensic teams combed the study, their cameras flashing like silent lightning in the somber room. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the ancient windows and adding to the atmosphere of unease that permeated the castle. Thorne and Carter set up a makeshift incident room in the castle's expansive library. The walls were lined with centuries of books, their leather bindings a silent audience to the unfolding drama. As they pinned up photos and notes on a hastily erected evidence board, Thorne couldn't shake the feeling that they were missing something crucial. "Sir," Carter said, breaking the silence. "I've been going through Sir Edward's financial records. There's something odd here." She handed Thorne a stack of papers, her brow furrowed in concentration. Thorne leafed through the documents, his eyes narrowing. "Multiple large withdrawals over the past six months. All in cash. What was old Willington up to?" Before Carter could respond, there was a commotion in the hallway. Lord Richard Willington, Sir Edward's eldest son, burst into the library, his face flushed with anger and what Thorne suspected was a generous amount of whiskey. "What's the meaning of this?" Richard demanded, his words slightly slurred. "Why haven't you arrested the murderer yet? It's obvious who did it!" Thorne raised an eyebrow. "Is it, Lord Willington? Perhaps you'd care to enlighten us." Richard's eyes darted around the room, a hint of panic breaking through his bravado. "Well... it must have been one of the servants. Probably that new gardener. He always looked shifty to me." Carter exchanged a glance with Thorne. They both recognized the desperate attempt at misdirection for what it was. "We'll be sure to look into that," Thorne said smoothly. "In the meantime, Lord Willington, perhaps you could tell us where you were at the time of your father's death?" Richard's face paled. "I... I was in the billiard room. Alone. But I didn't do it! I loved my father!" As Richard stormed out, Thorne turned to Carter. "Well, Sergeant, it seems we have our work cut out for us. A house full of suspects, each with their own secrets. And somewhere among them, a killer." Carter nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Where do we start, sir?" Thorne looked out the window, where the first light of dawn was beginning to break over the misty grounds. "We start Sergeant, by digging. Every family has its skeletons, and I have a feeling the Willingtons have more than most." As the new day dawned, Willington Castle stood silent and brooding, its ancient stones holding tight to the secrets of the night. But secrets, like bodies, have a way of surfacing. And for Detective Inspector Marcus Thorne, the hunt for a killer was just beginning. The following days were a whirlwind of interviews and investigations. The Willington family, a sprawling clan of greedy relatives, was a veritable minefield of suspicion. Each member seemed to harbor their own dark secrets, their eyes darting nervously whenever Thorne entered a room. Lord Richard Willington, the eldest son, was a study in entitled arrogance. At forty-five, he had spent his entire life waiting to inherit, his impatience growing with each passing year. Thorne found him in the conservatory, nursing a glass of expensive scotch despite the early hour. "I don't see why this is necessary," Richard sneered, his manicured hands fidgeting with his silk tie. "My father's killer is obvious. It's that gardener, I tell you." Thorne leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze never leaving Richard's face. "And yet, Lord Willington, the gardener has a solid alibi. Unlike yourself." Richard's face flushed an ugly red. "Are you accusing me? I'm the victim here! I've lost my father, my inheritance is in limbo, and now I'm being hounded by the police!" "Interesting that you mention the inheritance before your father," Thorne noted quietly. Before Richard could respond, the conservatory door burst open. Lord Thomas Willington, the younger son, stumbled in. At thirty-eight, Thomas was the black sheep of the family, his once-handsome face ravaged by years of hard living. "Dickie!" Thomas slurred, ignoring Thorne completely. "I need money. The bookies are after me again."
Author: Charles Dickens
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 9591
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DigiCat presents to you a collection of the greatest mystery cases and puzzles for you to solve and relax with during Christmas and winter holidays: Agatha Christie: The Mysterious Affair at Styles The Murder on the Links The Kidnapped Prime Minister The Million Dollar Bond Robbery The Secret Adversary R. Austin Freeman: Dr. Thorndyke's Cases The Adventures of Dr. Thorndyke Dr. Thorndyke's Casebook Arthur Conan Doyle: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes A Study in Scarlet The Sign of Four The Hound of the Baskervilles The Valley of Fear A. E. W. Mason: At the Villa Rose The Affair at the Semiramis Hotel Mary Roberts Rinehart: The Circular Staircase The Amazing Adventures of Letitia Carberry Tish – The Chronicle of Her Escapades and Excursions More Tish Edgar Allan Poe: The Murders in the Rue Morgue The Mystery of Marie Rogêt The Purloined Letter Charles Dickens: Hunted Down Wilkie Collins: The Moonstone The Woman in White The Haunted Hotel Robert Barr: The Triumph of Eugéne Valmont Jennie Baxter, Journalist The Adventures of Sherlaw Kombs The Adventure of the Second Swag E. W. Hornung: The Amateur Cracksman The Black Mask; or, Raffles: Further Adventures A Thief in the Night Mr. Justice Raffles John Kendrick Bangs: Mrs. Raffles R. Holmes & Co Melville Davisson Post: The Sleuth of St. James's Square Edgar Wallace: The Four Just Men The Clue of the Twisted Candle Victor L. Whitechurch: The Canon in Residence Anna Katharine Green: The Leavenworth Case A Strange Disappearance The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow That Affair Next Door Lost Man's Lane The Circular Study G. K. Chesterton: The Innocence of Father Brown The Wisdom of Father Brown The Donnington Affair Ellis Parker Butler: Philo Gubb Correspondence-School Detective Maurice Leblanc: Arsene Lupin The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin Mabel & Paul Thorne: The Sheridan Road Mystery Marion Harvey: The Mystery of the Hidden Room Grace Livingston Hill: The Mystery of Mary
Author: Sir William Francis Patrick Napier
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Peninsular War, 1807-1814
Languages : en
Pages : 564
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Author: Edward Cotton
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
Languages : en
Pages : 334
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Author: John Kone
Author: George Fox
Author: Archibald Alison
Author: Archibald Alison
Author: Cotton
Author: Edward COTTON