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 …
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Chapter Twenty
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 – …
Competition Time!
With only a few chapters left to go, it’s competition time!🥳 Who do you think killed Dayna? To answer, follow the link to The Murder Sessions Facebook group. Request to join and then once accepted, select your answer on the poll! As a thank you to the massive amount of support and loyal readers I’ve …
Chapter Eighteen
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 …
Chapter Seventeen
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 …
Chapter Fifteen
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 …
Chapter Fourteen
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 …
Chapter Eleven
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 …
Chapter Ten
“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 …
Chapter Nine
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 …
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