Brash Investigators Novels & Stories

The first thing she noticed was that there were two extra guests there with Andrew and Owen. One was Sera Oscars, the head cop and doctor in charge of the forensics team. She was the one who did most of the autopsies and postmortems in their lab. She was almost forty years old. The other person was Adam Delores. He was an on-field forensic scientist. Tall smart and Darral's age mate. "Hello Detectives." Adam greeted with a small smile. Selena responded with a hello while Darral only nodded in acknowledgement of his greeting.

She beamed. ... "I'm surprised you brought her with you, your majesty," Ryssa said, grinning from ear to ear when I walked into the investigation unit with my mate. "Hi, Ryssa," Kiara beamed. "She insisted on joining the investigation," I said. "Where are the corpses?" Kiara asked, and Ryssa raised a brow, clearly amused. "Are you sure about this, your Highness? It is a gruesome sight," she stated. "That's exactly why I'm here. We want to catch the culprits, don't we?" Kiara beamed, a mischievous spark in her green eyes.

Braston asked, his anger growing by the second. "I'm not sure," the investigator admitted. "But with the reward your father offered, it's likely that assassins and bounty hunters are looking for the ring." "That old man did this to humiliate me!" Braston growled, his eyes red with fury. The investigator got up silently and quickly left the room. Braston was alone, crushing the photos of the ring in his hands with anger. "When I get my hands on that girl, even the demons will pity her!" he shouted, throwing the crumpled photos into the trash.

Just like everything else. My hands ached. My chest felt like it was being crushed beneath invisible weight. I sat at the edge of the bed and whispered into the dark. “Come back to me.” The silence was suffocating. And somehow, I knew he heard it anyway. Morning came with news. One of Zach’s lieutenants, Bram, had been seen near the docks last night - solo, armed, and dealing with someone outside our network. Gia brought me the report. I read it three times. Then tore it in half.

But since sheÕd already jumped in with both feet, there was no way for her to turn back now. She could tell from the way Pete was twitching nervously next to her that he, too, had picked up on the situation at hand. Going on a hunch, she pulled out her last card to gauge their reactions. ÒBy the way, Detective Branson at Brownsville PD would like to have a word with you. According to him, you skipped out before he could finish questioning you.Ó Jackpot!

Elle réfléchit et elle a l'air d'accepter ce que je dis. Bri : C'est un agent de police. Il était en mission sous couverture pour coffrer mon père… il s'est servi de moi pour atteindre mon père. Je n'en reviens pas d'une telle déclaration. Je m'attendais à tout sauf à ça. Bri : Il ne s'appelle pas Marco. Son prénom est Nicholas. Je me retiens pour ne pas jurer. Je suis tout autant choquée. Moi : Chérie, le mal est fait. Tu ne peux pas pleurer pour quelqu'un qui s'est autant mal comporté avec toi.

The investigator thought for a moment, then replied with some difficulty, “Setting aside the fact that Brookshire City is far away and hard to investigate, this happened many years ago. I’m afraid some of his movements may no longer be traceable.” Indeed, continuing to investigate like this would take too much time and effort. Before Sarah could give up, the investigator said with slight excitement, “I just asked around among my contacts. One of my friends has some connections in Brookshire City. I’ll ask him to try.” Joy flashed across Sarah’s face. “Go ahead and investigate. I’ll transfer any funds you need later to your account.” The investigator agreed readily and went off to find someon

Nova frowned. “From what?” Cassian pointed toward the evidence boxes visible on another monitor. “The files.” The room fell silent. Because he was right. Investigators were uncovering years of records. The network was collapsing. The producers were being exposed. And suddenly— the headlines weren’t about HeartLock anymore. They were about him. Convenient. Very convenient. The archive door rattled again. Harder this time. “Federal investigators!” A voice echoed from outside. “Open the door immediately!”

Now. My fingers tapped once against the armrest as I stared at nothing in particular, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Whoever did this had crossed a line that could never be forgiven. Silver in our water supply wasn’t just an attack—it was a declaration of war. And I would answer it accordingly. A knock echoed suddenly through the chamber. I didn’t move immediately. I already knew who it was before the door even opened. The door creaked inward, and my eyes lifted slowly. It was Branson. ""Our personal investigator.

There was something in the immediacy of his presence that couldn’t be replicated in memory. “Well?” He didn’t even look at her, focused on the blue glow of his computer screen. She didn’t waste a moment. She knew he wouldn’t stand for it. “We have a problem. I haven’t recorded anything for security reasons. But Leo Bragh is running a very aggressive advance fee fraud, accepting ‘investments’ for compensation in insider tips.” Kade’s eyes flicked up to focus on her, the full weight of his attention weighing on her all at once. She felt herself waver but gathered herself quickly.