Barry Allen Detective Novels & Stories

Like he might pull the cash out and give it back. He didn't. His jaw tightened, and he bolted for the door. "Why would I refund a murderer's daughter?" The room exploded. Vivian covered her mouth, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. Mr. Todd shot up, face dark. "Riley Ray! This is a parent-teacher meeting, and you hired someone to fool us?" My phone buzzed. Dad Fifty-Five—Allan Hardy. One of the top criminal investigators in the country. [I'm in Northbridge. Came to see you. Which building are you in?]

Aaron sits on the sofa with a dark face and looks at the direction of Ada Wood. It's not easy to ease the atmosphere, was interrupted by this damn phone call. "Young master, it's Baird Churchil who is investigating a case in the dream club. It seems that the case has something to do with Miss Wood." Barry had already started to investigate this matter when Ada Wood's mobile phone rang. He had been with the young master for so many years. As long as he looked into his eyes, he knew what he wanted to do. Aaron turned over the data of Barry's investigation, and his expression on his face became more and more black, as if Baird Churchil would be torn up in the next second.

He smiled like it was all fine—then shoved me forward. Every eye locked on me, waiting. I caught Jenna's smug little smile and laughed cold. "I've got one question. Since you said we discussed every case—then tell me, what was the key clue in the church murder?" Chief Doyle's face darkened. Definitely not the script he fed me on the way here. Before he could blow, someone lunged forward and smacked me across the face. Alan. My mentor—same as last life—pointed at me, shaking with rage.

“Special Agent Barry.” They pulled their jackets to the side and their badges caught the light for half a second before disappearing behind the thick fabric. I made a mental note that they were from the Department of Justice. Whoever ordered the arrest went all out on this one. I leaned back in the chair, lifting my hands on the metal table. “You two took great efforts just to invite me for a chat,” I said. Alexander didn’t return my smile. He just lowered himself into the chair on the other side of the table. His movements were slow, intentionally dictating the pace here. Barry remained standing, his eyes flicking between my face and some imaginary point just over my shoulder.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

He needed to verify the footage from the lad from the security unit and so, he turned the ignition of his car and with a questioning look from his partner, he drove out of the spot, headed for the security unit. Where is the person who owns this spot?” there were whispering flying around the men but none gave him a positive answer and he was getting annoyed by all this, when suddenly one the officers said “If you are talking about Barry then I believe he resigned that evening you came by and I haven’t heard from him then.” “What is your name” the detective asked “It is Louise sir” “So Louise, judging from what you just said, I believe Barry and you have some sort of thing in common other tha

Allen looked at it and realized he was a detective. “I’m Detective Kevin Tan and I would like to ask you a few questions,” the detective started. “A-About what?” Allen asked with a confused expression. “Let’s go somewhere else first, shall we?” Even before Allen could answer, the detective had already walked away from him. He couldn't do anything but follow. They reached a park after a few minutes of walking. The detective immediately sat down on the vacant bench, followed by Allen, who also sat next to the detective. As they sat down, the detective immediately pulled out a small notebook from his pocket.

The doctor instructed before leaving the room. "Ready?" Sunny busted through the door smiling. "Almost." I nodded. "Excuse me, ms. Jennson." A big bald man walked through the door in a tuxedo and a badge. "Detective Barnes, I have a couple of questions about the disappearance of Noah Belle." "I'm not sure how much help I'll be detective." I shrugged sitting in a chair. "I was here for a few days." "We know, but you could've hired someone." He shrugged crossing his arms.

Marvin Sullivan sitting in his recliner reading some files. "Detective Sullivan, good afternoon.' Bart greeted the detective. ------------ Marvin is reading the reports from the forensic department when he heard a very familiar voice beside him. He sighed before turning to face the most famous reporter in all of Martindalle. "Bartholomew Carter, a pleasure to see you here. How can I help you?" Marvin asked even though he already has an idea of what the reporter wants. "Let's cut the chase, Detective. I'd like to interview you about the development of the Simmons' case, Do you have any suspects already?" Bartholomew's attitude doesn't surprise Marvin anymore. He really is not someone to waste