Bourbon Detective Conan Novels & Stories

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

"Well, if it isn't our dear Ms. Nina Lace. You stabbed Dante in the back back then, but now that he's become the mafia Don living in glory. Someone must be feeling pretty regretful, right?” "I heard that you're gonna marry that half-dead geezer from the Boone family. That old man's useless, so you'll definitely be lonely later. Why don't you have some fun with us first..." Before I knew it, Dante had appeared behind them and kicked those spoiled brats.

Living room and bedroom separated. They went inside. Lorenzo went straight to the minibar. Pulled out whiskey. Poured two glasses. Handed one to Kyrian. "I don't—" Kyrian started. "Drink. We both need it." Kyrian drank. The whiskey burned. Good burn. Grounding. Lorenzo drained his glass in one go. Poured another. "You're going to make yourself sick," Kyrian said. "I don't care."Lorenzo sat on the couch. Head in his hands.

I nod, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. That went a lot better than I expected. “Yeah. I think so, too.” I really hate to lie to him, but he left me no choice. This conversation with Matthew must happen, regardless of the consequences I’ll face with him. Walking into the station house, I saunter over to the coffee machine. I quickly poured myself a cup before making my way back to my desk. While taking a sip, I fail to notice Detective Simmons rushing to his desk. The entire cup gushing over my shirt drenching it entirely. I gasp out in shock and pain. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I barely hear Simmons frantically say.

His lack had not experienced war in the last five decades. " Good afternoon, Alpha Derek." Conan and I chorused together. " Good afternoon all." His voice was very pleasant to the ears. " Welcome sir." Conan greeted. " I'm here to see the Baroness." He stated. I wondered what he had in common with Anita. " She is not around at the moment," Conan replied, and he looked confused. " Really? I ..." He stopped whatever he was about to say, he didn't look like someone that could have anything to do with drugs.

Unknown’s POV Once the ceremony was over, the crowd began to disperse into the reception hall, where drinks and food awaited them. Conan felt numb as he followed the flow of the crowd, his mind clouded with frustration. A drink, he needed a drink. anything to numb the pain in his chest. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the bar and poured himself a handsome glass full. He brought it to his lips and smelled. something, something warm and sweet and intoxicating. His wolf stirred instantly, snapping to attention.

The scratchy voice continues. My head whips towards the speaker and he grins at me. His dirt-white beard twitches and that's a good hint at who I'm meeting. I try to stand but my body doesn't obey. He orders a bottle of their cheapest bourbon and extends a hand to me, “Detective Burkely James, you can call me Burke.”

Damon came and sat down, "Hey? You okay?" He asked swinging the glass in front of me "Yes, I'm fine" I lied, smiling, I took the glass of brown liquid off him, and took a sip, hmm bourbon, I knew it was his favourite drink, he had told me this once before "What's wrong?" He asked after he finished his drink "Nothing" I lied shaking my head "I know you're lying" he told me I furrowed my eyebrows

I said with eyes devoid of emotion even though I was just like basically taunting him. He ran his hands through his hair, wriggling his index fingers at me in a warning. "Cut it Conan or whatever your name is, Stop acting like you don't know what I am talking about! You are the one behind detonating the bombs around my pack. You were the one involved in it two years ago and you are the one behind it now!" Mr. Hunter snarled while I stared at him indifferently in a way that seemed to have pissed him off.

Chance Nine Years Ago "Need another?" I look up from my empty glass and nod at the bartender. The liquid pours into the tumbler and I quickly down it, signaling him for another. I could have made a dangerous mistake tonight. That's all I can think of as the next shot of bourbon fills the glass. I recall the night of mistakes I had as I down this one. The gun in my hand Watching the minivan appear, lurking in the shadows directly across the street Watching as Detective Alberts family got out of their car, happy and care free without worry