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  • Afterword

    6th Nov 2019 by

    I would just like to take a minute to say thank you to everyone has been reading “The Murder Sessions” and supported me through this. It has been very daunting opening up my writing to other people like this, with lots of fears and anxieties running through my head: what if nobody likes it? What… Read more

  • Chapter Nineteen

    26th Oct 2019 by

                The journey back to Kirkleithen was one of the longest of my life. I could barely sit still, my eyes watching the clock as each minute that ticked by felt like an hour. I could barely sit still, itching to get home and praying it was just a coincidence; Granda’s screwdriver would be in… Read more

  • Chapter Eighteen

    12th Oct 2019 by

             Sean was waiting for me in the middle of an industrial state, in his brothers’ car. The rain was lashing down hard, yet I hesitated before opening the door to the vehicle; maybe I would be safer out here? But my jacket was soaked through to the skin and my feet ached from the… Read more

  • Chapter Seventeen

    5th Oct 2019 by

    Sean had been on the run for over a week, with his brother suspended from the police force indefinitely. It seemed Macdonald believed he was helping his brother, though I found it hard to believe Scott was even capable of doing something to help another. The messages had stopped, at least from RejectedVexFan. Instead, I… Read more

  • Chapter Sixteen

    28th Sep 2019 by

              My phone vibrating in my pocket finally put an end to my sobbing. I had a couple of missed calls from the police station, three from Sean and a whole bunch from Mum. That wasn’t what caught my eye, however. There was a picture messaged that caused my blood to run cold; someone had… Read more

  • Chapter Fifteen

    22nd Sep 2019 by

    I caught the second – and last – bus of the day by the skin of my teeth. One of the many inconveniences of living so far in the middle of nowhere, was that if you couldn’t drive you were trapped in the village after twelve o’clock. It was a good two hour bus journey… Read more

  • Chapter Fourteen

    17th Sep 2019 by

            Sleep eluded me for the next few days. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Dayna pushing me, the world spinning out of control before my very eyes as I watched her stilettos click-clack away from view. I felt like I was in limbo waiting for the DNA results to… Read more

  • Chapter Thirteen

    8th Sep 2019 by

           I sat in the cold interrogation room once more, the smell of coffee lingering in the air. My back ached as I fidgeted on the uncomfortable plastic chair and waited. They had set up a television, apparently to show incriminating video footage they had of me. It appeared Kirkleithen’s finest were having some technical… Read more

  • Chapter Twelve

    5th Sep 2019 by

           Mum came hurtling into the hallway, screeching like a wild cat. “A search warrant? Audrey you can’t be serious!”        Andrews’ maintained her stern poise. “I understand you’re upset Emily, but I am only doing my job.”         “You can’t seriously think Blair had anything to do with this?”         “I would like to… Read more

  • Chapter Eleven

    1st Sep 2019 by

    The police station was less than half a mile down the street, but it felt as if I was running a marathon. The sun beat down on my neck and I couldn’t tell if the sweat soaking the back of my neck was from the heat or nerves. A wasp flew into my face as… Read more

  • Chapter Ten

    1st Sep 2019 by

           “Good evening Bloodlusters, I am here this morning to bring you and update on the murder of Dayna Khalid. I’d like to start by saying I am blown away by the response this has been getting. My little backwater podcast has gained so many more listeners in a matter of two days. So welcome… Read more

  • Chapter Nine

    24th Aug 2019 by

           Dayna’s funeral was a couple of days later, and at first, I was reluctant to attend. The look of rage in Mr Khalid’s eye, the way he had thrown me out of the hotel; would he throw me out of her funeral as well? The night before her funeral, I was washing up the… Read more

  • Chapter Eight

    17th Aug 2019 by

    I lay in bed that night, the drawl of the radio downstairs relaying the facts of Dayna’s murder. Facts that were wrong, facts that contradicted the news report on the TV a mere hour earlier. I stood up and slammed my bedroom door shut, desperate to drown out the noise. To drown out the speculation.… Read more

  • Chapter Seven

    13th Aug 2019 by

           I was back in the police stations interrogation room. It was humid and stuffy; the Summer storm hadn’t done much to clear the air. I was relieved that Officer Clark wasn’t there, but once I met the inspector they’d called in from Inverness, I would have done anything to have him back. Inspector David… Read more

  • Chapter Six

    7th Aug 2019 by

    I had always read about people in shock thinking and doing bizarre things, but this was the first time I had experienced it. As I bent over her listless body, tears falling,!all I could think about was how she was wearing red. Dayna hated red; she always decried it as “not her colour.” It took… Read more

  • Chapter Five

    4th Aug 2019 by

          Mum insisted we have a “nice, family dinner” that night. I helped set the table, listening to Dayna’s parents give an emotional appeal for her safe return on the radio as I did so. I glanced over at mum who was dishing up, her eyes filling with tears.        “Blair will you please turn… Read more

  • Chapter Four

    1st Aug 2019 by

           I sat in the interview room of the station house, on the most uncomfortable chair imaginable. The atmosphere in the room was even more unsettling. Sergeant Andrews and Scott – sorry, Officer Clark – sat opposite me. Andrew’s expression was blank, making her impossible to read. Scott, on the other hand, eyed me with… Read more

  • Chapter Three

    29th Jul 2019 by

           The body was not Dayna’s. A breath of relief swept over the village when Sergeant Andrews announced it the following day. Of course, I already knew that. The body had decayed completely to a skeleton, there was no way Dayna would have had enough time to become such a shell of her previous self.… Read more

  • Chapter Two

    26th Jul 2019 by

           Where are you Dayna? That was the question on everybody’s lips the first two days of the search. The villages’ two police cars took turns patrolling “Main Street” – which is really the only street in Kirkleithen. A long, potholed road that spans four miles along the coast, a church at one end, the… Read more

  • Chapter One

    22nd Jul 2019 by

    The Murder Sessions By Rebecca Allan Excerpt from the Murder Sessions Podcast Episode 100 – “To Perish with Passion” This episode was recorded on the night Dayna Khalid disappeared and has not been released to the public. – Sgt. A Andrews Blair: Good evening Bloodlusters’ and welcome to the one hundredth episode of The Murder… Read more

  • The Murder Sessions

    18th Jul 2019 by

    The Murder Sessions is an episodic murder mystery story, with episodes released twice a week. Follow the story of Blair Campbell in the sleepy Highland town of Kirkleithen. After her best friend is brutally murdered, True Crime enthusiast Blair takes it upon herself to investigate. As she begins to unravel the secrets of the townspeople… Read more

  • Chapter Twenty

    26th Oct 2019 by

    That Night Blair: Good evening Bloodlusters’ and welcome to the one hundredth episode of The Murder Sessions! To celebrate making it to one hundred episodes tonight, we have none other than model and social media influencer Dayna Khalid. I know a lot of you had requested I get her back on as a guest –… Read more

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