Brash Investigators Novels & Stories

I’m about to charge when Briar snatches Jossie by the hair and puts his massive hand around her neck. “Make no mistake, princess,” he croons, tightening his grip around her and making her gasp. He smiles at the sound of pain she’s making. “I’m not here to play around. One wrong move and your friend here goes bye bye.” One man in a mask and a uniform similar to mine steps out from behind me and quickly snatches the knife out of my hand. Gynith tries to protest but another man intercepts her. “Take their helmets,” Briar orders them, easing his fist around Jossie’s neck and pushing her back onto the ground. “Look for that little device they’re using to talk to each other. Might come in handy in

“There was a woman with them, too, but I’ll get back to her in a minute. The guys were wearing cheap blue suits. They looked like federal agents, the kind you see in TV shows all the time. And that’s just what they were—from something called the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations. BSI, they said. They wanted to talk to me about the zombie attack on my floor.” “Supernatural Investigations?” Leesa said skeptically. “Are you sure? I never heard of anything like that. It sounds fishy.” “I know, right? But they had very official-looking ID’s. And get this—their names were Smith and Jones!” Leesa smiled. “Are you sure someone isn’t just having a little fun with you? Some of Andy’s frat buddies,

It was a quiet, professional bomb. “FORMER BSI INVESTIGATOR’S LANDMARK CONVICTION UNDER REVIEW; CASE FLAGGED FOR ‘POTENTIAL INVESTIGATIVE IRREGULARITIES.’” There was no photo or name in the headline. But Zhedya didn’t need one but he knew. He knew with a cold, sinking certainty that felt like falling. The gentle morning air turned to ice in his lungs. The paper crinkled loudly in his suddenly white-knuckled grip. The words blurred, then sharpened with cruel clarity.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but the investigation is not yet complete. No one may enter." Grayson nodded, staying in the hallway. "Have you found any leads?" "No, no yet," the investigator replied, "but there are still more people that we have to interview." "I'd like to help, if I can," Grayson said, eager to catch whoever did this and put it behind them. The detective nodded. "Yes, of course." He narrowed his eyes. "Had Ralph Barker been disgruntled lately?" Grayson shook his head. "No, not that I'm aware."

"Sorry boss, those places all have extremely sophisticated national technology networks. I can't hack them and I don't dare hack them. If I hack, I will be discovered immediately." “Okay, I know.” After hanging up the phone, she fell into thought again. Shane is the boss of the National Bureau of Investigation, a status equal to her eldest brother. If he wanted to hide something, even if she asked her eldest brother to get the documents, the content would still be changed. She can't investigate at all, it's all just speculation. While Bertha's investigation was at a standstill, Uncle Clark suddenly called. “Miss, today S City's high-ranking prison called Griselda's house. They said Bruno wan

"Good morning Mr. De Castro. It is very kind of you to be willing to help us in this fraud case.” "Oh, it's my responsibility. Mr. Winskie is a very potential customer of mine, it's only right that I help solve this problem. So when are we going to start our investigation?” "Wait a minute, Mr. Brasco is contacting the Toronto Police to clarify today's news." "Alex's escape from prison?"

Probably hearing me get choked up, Elm immediately took my shoulder and hold me in my arms. Brassica smiles at me. “I know this kind of thing would be so emotional. Rest assured, missus, my team will never stop working until we find some tangible clues.” “Please, investigate it, Brassica. We would love to get an update and hopefully some good news.” Said Elm to her. “Yes, Alpha, let my team handle this, and of course, we are going to be discreet.” She excused herself and left us alone. “I don’t think the conversation was a good one.” Said Aaron from behind us.

She didn’t see any knickknacks or decorations that weren’t gaming, guns, or hunting paraphernalia. With a slow, pained gait, Brady walked away from her and collapsed on one of the recliners. “That shifter and one of his buddies,” he said with a wince. “They came around trying to sniff up the investigation, and I told them that it was none of their business. The buddy tried to get smart with me, and I shut him down real quick.”

The next day, everyone arrived at the precinct with a sense of bitterness etched on their faces. They couldn’t shake off those lingering feelings. They settled into their respective places, the air thick with unspoken tension. Soon, two people entered and approached Braylon. “Good morning, Mr. Braylon. I’m Detective Matthias Mitchell, and this is Martin Pelikan. We’re here to investigate the case you were working on. If you could provide us with your reports and evidence, it would make our investigation more convenient,” Matthias said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Everyone turned their attention to Braylon, who sighed heavily before handing over the file.

I f the stories mom and dad had When I arrived, Brannon picked me up from the park. He told me all about his plans and he sounded really excited. I asked him if he was really ready for marriage and he told me he was. I wasn’t really sure but if he was excited about it, then the least I could do was be supportive. When we reached the hotel, I didn’t have to check in because he had already booked rooms and paid for all of his guest and he checked in for me. When he showed me the room and I dropped my bag, we went to the beach to meet the rest of the crew. There were three other guys and five girls. He introduced the guys as Carlos, Devon and Liam. Then for the girls, there was Xaveria his girl