Novels by Maxine Angeli

The most crucial part of what happened that day came to an end after what seemed like two days. After the man was arrested, they immediately brought him inside an interrogation room where the security was extra tight. And suddenly, his name and face was all over the news and television screens: DEAN CHAPMAN, now commonly known as The Symbol Killer. That sort of became his name for the media. So many families of his past victims protested outside the police station and outside the building of our firm, seeking for justice by requesting Chapman to be sentenced to death. I don't know what my preference is about that issue. A part of me believes he deserve death for doing such horrible things to innocent people. But then again, death is too kind for him. I think that a life sentence is more of a proper punishment for his crimes. You know what happens once they arrest a wanted killer. He gets to be the frontpage of every newspaper. He gets to be

While I stressfully stare at my laptop screen, I suddenly feel the gentle touch of Clayton's hand on my lap as he focuses his eyes on the road. I smiled at him, trying to ignore the fact that I'm nervous.Today is the big day. The day we get to arrest the man who killed with no detailed agenda or motive at all. I remember Officer Douglas offering me this case. He told me before that there were no lead suspects back then.I can say from experience that it's much harder to trace a criminal down if you're clueless of what their truest motive is. The reason why finding the killer took quite a lot of time is because he wasn't killing for revenge or anything obvious.If it's a revenge act, you can tell it easily. Just trace down the people associated with the suspect and you might find the real motive there. But to kill more than two people for an imaginary cult is a different problem.I never would've known how to really work properly a

The entire S.W.A.T. and The Detective Tag firm will be in charge of the arrest tomorrow morning. I'm nervous. For sure that it'll be a huge event to look forward to. And to be honest, although I felt proud for doing my part, I still have this fear lingering inside me.Arresting a dangerous man like him is no joke. Especially since he never hides privately. Based on what my tracker says, he's always out in a public place. Not because he wants attention or anything. But because it can be an advantage to him.A police can come up to arrest him anytime. But in a public place, he can grab any person within his reach and threaten the officers so he can escape.That's what I think.But I don't want to stress or think about it too much. I know that whatever will happen tomorrow will happen. And even if it turns out bad or successful, he's still going to face his crimes, either way.I put the salt down as I busily attempt to ma

I can feel my heart pounding so fast as I hold onto my laptop bag as tight as I can. I'm excited and nervous for Officer Douglas to see what I prepared for him---the exact location where the symbol killer is. And if everything goes well today, they can finally arrest the man.I keep holding my breath inside this crowded elevator as I feel Clayton slowly putting his arm around my waist. I gestured him to stop, trying not to give in to his soft touch. But he just smiled."I was worried about you, you shit." Brenna slams her hands on my desk. "You didn't call. Didn't leave a message. You got me thinking you were dead!"We were given a short break and I decided to spend it by clearing things out with Brenna. Clayton, on the other hand, went out with some of our workmates for a couple of drinks, which includes Wilson (and I'm kind of surprised he joined them)."Where were you last night?" she asked as she sits beside me, still giving me

The first thing I thought about when I got home was to take a bath. A long fucking one. A bath that would take all the negative energy away. Energy that I got from that stupid piece of shit who actually thought about abducting me.I didn't think about phone calls. Texts. Or anything else.During the course that I was inside the house with that man, I've been gone for two days straight. I didn't have any idea that it lasted that long. I guess I fell asleep too hard that I woke up after a long time.There was a huge sense of fright, anxiety, and courage in me all at the same time. But I was too confused of my situation that I couldn't think straight about how I really feel.I don't know if the man escapes again. Or if he's still lying down the ground. It's been four hours since I drive away and I couldn't care less about his situation.It's almost midnight. I'm tired and I want to fucking rest.-

"Stay away from me."Those were the first words that came out of my mouth when he pushes me hard against the wall. His hands are tightly tied on both of my arms, making me unable to move."Who the fuck sent you here, huh?" he asked, voice covered in utter frustration."Let..." I could barely speak. "Let me go!""Tell me!" He raises his voice.I can feel his hot breathing on the nape of my neck. I tried moving my legs in attempt to kick him from the back, but his knees are pinning me in my place."Okay," I replied, catching my breath. "Okay, I'll tell you. Just let me go."If there is one thing that my detective school didn't teach me, it's about luring criminals and making them believe you're one of them. I'm not confident that this trick could work. But I know it wouldn't be bad to try."I promise I wouldn't do anything." I added. "Just let me go.""You think I didn'