Essay On Book 7

At around 5:00am the detectives on the case arrive at O.J.’s home. The evidence found at the scene of the crime was a bloody glove and a dark grey knitted hat said to have been left by the killer, and bloody footprint in the driveway of O.J.’s estate. Immediately after O.J.’s flight lands in Chicago, Detective Ron Phillips informs him that his ex-wife is dead. O.J.’s first response: “Who killed her?”

“Hello, how are you today.” she says. I say good. “Okay, so your file says that you shot your foot hunting, and that you have not

“I’m ready to take the information about your wife,” Officer Grayson said, holding his pen and paper.

"The same husband you just agreed to plot against and murder him, Mrs. Arnold?" Her whole body tenses, it´s easy to see, the colour leaves her cheeks. With the failed attemp to get rid of Hewlett once and for all, he thought it might be worth the idea to tell the Spy Hunter General of this incapable coward and that he knows about the mole, even if it would mean that he himself wouldn´t have the pleasure to kill him on his own. He found the door not proberly closed, heard the quarrel inside and stepped in.

The Sergeant began the conversation by stating the evidence. “ Empty fridge, empty medicine cabinet, Godfrey hinted at a Black bear, claw like holes in the neck, four of them, clearly a bear attack if I don’t say so myself. If any of you object speak now.” Mrs. Shaw, the detective glanced about the room and stated that this was barely half of the information, commanding two further points; what was Godfrey’s background, and the information of Black Bears. Will stated that as a well acquainted friend of Godfrey, he could fulfill his

That was, after he’d stopped laughing. Oh, what a sight it had been, even from this distance, through a pair of binoculars, and without sound, it had been obvious that the Detective had really been into the little scene he’d engineered, how Lila Ross, not quite as much. A smile remained on his face, and the laughing fit recommenced when he saw the Detective stop the car to throw up, and idly wondered where he was off to at this time of the night. Maybe they’d discovered the little surprise he’d planted when communication with Jennifer Williams. Oh, weren’t they going to be pissed when they discovered that email address led to a wheel-chair bound octogenarian, and he had to take a deep breath before his fingers were steady enough to compose a

When Donovan recovered, he peered over to Celia.“We need to investigate; we need to find this killer,” said Donovan. The killer must be in this house. (Everyone knew that).

Andrew grumbled. His wife had a habit of quietly muttering to him every time she had a stressful topic to discuss with him, in a manner where he would not understand what she was trying to say.

The officer brought his cigarette to his lips and blew a cloud of smoke into the sky. Samantha then searches the surrounding area, but all she finds is pile after pile of trash. Samantha decided to turn her attention to the witnesses hoping that they could help her bring this case to a quick end. She walks over to Todd Stevens who is leaning against a stone wall and just staring at the exact place that the body was lying a minute ago. Samantha asks the homeless man the question once more, and she waits for him to give his answer. “As the Sun was beginning to appear over the horizon I climbed out of my cardboard hovel and walked over to that trash can.” “Right about the time I found half a loaf of bread I heard footsteps so I jumped into the

As the men prepared again to go upstairs, Sheriff Hale reminded the county attorney that Mrs. Hale is to get some of Mrs. Wright's belongings to take to her. The attorney agreed, but told Mrs. Hale that he wanted to see everything she selected and to keep an eye out for anything that might help his investigation. The men disappeared up the stairs.

Chad Walker strolled into the police station, humming a happy tune through his thin lips. He flashed his badge to Carol, the kindhearted secretary, and walked to the interrogation level, brown eyes sparkling with intent.

I watch her face go a bright shade of cherry red. "Well, you can take your idea of a deal and slam it up the crack in the road," she yells as she slams down the phone. "Damn defense attorney's think I'm dumb as an ox just because I have a pair of boobs. I really look forward to getting that child molester in a courtroom, showing him exactly what this idiot with boobs can do." I watch as she shakes out her hair a little, stretching. "You know, being on the phone that long listening to that twit talking, I feel like I've lost a few brain cells," she chuckles as she walks around the desk and gives me a little kiss. "So did you get lost? I didn't think you'd be gone this long because we have the next case to work on. It's some guy named Tyrone Mitchell, arrested for spousal abuse, assault, and assault with a deadly weapon on a police officer." She hands me a pile of files. "This guy really gets around. Oh, before I forget, Mr. Tully is out of the office on medical leave for about a month so we will have to wait until he gets back to talk to

　　From the wife’s side of the story, her description of herself agrees with how the thief,

As Mr.detective Got’em was sitting next to the beach next to his wife Mrs.Gatie he looks at her perfect Smile with her freckles and Her long brown hair.

got to the Zumpens house Mrs. Zumpen opened the door and said that her husband was not