Novel & Cerita Bourbon Detective Conan

Morgan walked over to him and offered him the cup of caffeine. The detective smiled at her. Too nice a smile, that affected her too much, for someone who was in her crosshairs. - Thank you. What am I without you, Morgana? She smiled and didn't notice as she tucked her hair behind her ear, driven by bewilderment. - Are you ready for this week's agenda? She asked. - No. I mean, yes. Just let me have some more of this, otherwise I won't even remember my name.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

Knowing that she was still sleeping, he did not bother her. He knew that she loved the buns from South Street, so he bought some this morning. Ninian did not have too much of a reaction when she saw him. “You’re awake?” But Conan was really enthusiastic. “I bought the buns you love. I queued up for a long time for them. Have some.” “I’m not hungry.” Ninian bent down, changed into her shoes, and intended to leave. When Conan saw her attitude, he got mad. “Why are you throwing a tantrum? Do you have any idea how much time I had to waste to get these?”

“Bourbon is made from more corn and less rye. The oak barrels help form the caramel and vanilla sweetness. Cheap rye tastes like battery acid to a discerning palate.” Cyrus laughed, “I think she is making fun of me.” “What’s your name?” Ghost’s gravelly voice startled me. His eyes caught mine, and I couldn’t look away. Anger and pain flitted over his face. “Esmerelda. Esmerelda Copper.”

He said, taking a step back and waving me goodbye. Jason with his womanizer persona, huh... Anyway, the focus is on Jane Doe's autopsy. I quickly make my way back to the morgue again, Detective Conrad has some important data to confirm with me. Seems like the data is top urgent, I stumble onto Detective Conrad halfway there. He is at least younger than me apart by 2-3 years. Tall athletic classical Granata descent, he portrays a determined and mature man of responsibility for his age. The type of man I like.

A concubus was more sensitive than an incubus, he should be able to tell. They were consulting each other before acknowledging us. An attempt to make us feel powerless. A misguided one. Nothing can make a demon feel powerless. When they looked up, the detective seemed shocked. His deep blue eyes widened. Where did I know him from? “Miss Coto? I heard you were kidnapped. What are you doing here?” He asked. “Sorry, have we met?” I smiled. “Detective Gunderson. I was investigating a suspicious death about a month ago. I came to your home with Officers Ryan and Leeds.” He explained.

“I know what I like. I’m no expert. But yes—that’s your scent to me. Warm smoke and sharp citrus.” He studied me for a beat, then reached past me and pulled the bottle down. “Interesting. Want a glass?” “Sure.” As he poured two fingers into crystal tumblers, he said casually, “Your scent is spiced cranberry and cinnamon. After some of our… interactions, it fits. Warm. Tasty. A little dangerous.” He handed me the glass. I took a sip. The bourbon rolled over my tongue rich, oaky, with a slow-building heat. I closed my eyes and let out a tiny, involuntary moan as the burn settled in my chest.

Ron's lips twitched in distaste, skepticism flashed on his face,his eyes squinted with curiosity. “Yeah of course." Ron replied,his tone masked with sarcasm. The bartender returned at the same time with our bourbon. She laid it on the table alongside four shots,maintaining her demure. She flashed a professional smile at us, took a head bow and retreated away. Ron opened the bottle of bourbon immediately and poured into the shots,his eyes fixated on me, giving me a cold creep. Something about Ron felt totally odd but unfortunately, I couldn't decipher what was off about him.

Brad was a high ranking wolf, he could handle the drink but he would still act intoxicated. A knock arrived at the door notifying me of a guest. I put the vial in a pocket in my panty liner. Just in case I was searched for weapons or anything of that sort, I could easily get through security without too much suspicion. I opened the door to see Conan in a black tuxedo, looking as hot as ever. His hair was parted by the edge, giving him a nineties look with his brows lapping to his face giving a hot crease when he would frown.

Damien had left the house and was in his car driving to the place the detectives he just got off the phone with told him to come so he could identify the body. Damien drove his car at a high speed, but his mind were filled with thoughts about what was really going on. When Damien arrived at the scene he say the detective and his Partner Karl having a conversation while staring down at the body that laid on a flat board stiffened, and was covered with a white cloth. "Detective Conan," Damien called, and the detectives both turned to look at who the voice belongs to. "Damien, good to see you," Detective Conan said but then cringed at his words realizing he was her to identify a body and there’