Novel & Cerita Conan Detective Ran

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

"Even before I knew about any of this, she was the best partner I'd ever had. Smart, intuitive, completely fearless when it mattered." "And stubborn as hell when she thinks she's right." "Which is almost always." They shared a moment of understanding—two men who loved the same complicated, brilliant woman and were somehow supposed to make that work without destroying each other. Casie emerged from her bedroom wearing familiar clothes—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, her service weapon holstered at her hip. She looked more like Detective Blackwood and less like the supernatural Luna who had stood in a ritual circle hours earlier. "Better?" Rick asked, offering her a steaming mug.

The fear, the chaos—it’s all too real. "Mr. Conor, who is now missing," the detective adds, his tone dripping with accusation. "And as I understand it, you made a phone call to enquire about him yesterday. You can see how this looks, can’t you? If your life was really in danger, why did you come back? And where is Conor now? Maybe you killed him, just as Nathaniel tried to kill his brother tonight." My breath catches in my throat. "What?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. "That’s not—"

He assured me, as I didn't want my kids to get uncomfortable. “Thank you, detective.” “It's my job, I will call you once I have the way forward with the man from prison, please let me know if anything happens,” he said, and after bidding goodbye, he walked out. I walked to my table, took the bottle of wine I kept in my drawer and took a short glass. I poured myself a drink before I sipped it. I was confused: was it Damian or Cassie? With the notes, it was clear that it was Cassie, but now, with the detective and Lily's suspicion, there was a possibility that Damian was behind this. I sipped on my glass before I placed it back and walked to my yoga room. I walked straight to my wardrobe and c

“Can we please talk inside there?” A few seconds of silence passed and the detective gestured for him to come into the room. When he walked in and his eyes landed on us, he smiled warmly. He was wearing a business suit, but without a tie. “So what do you want to talk about? And make it snappy, because as you can see…” Detective Stone gestured towards us. “I’m very busy.” “I’m here to confess. It was not Lara and Liam that did the hit-and-run, it was me.” He blurted out, and confusion instantly smeared everyone’s faces. “And I have all the proof you need.”

I was worried and as I stared at the closed door, I wanted to ask him to stay back while I went in his stead. No. I shook my head and focused on my desk and the massive amount of paperwork I had to do. Conan's POV I strode down the large expansive hallway adorned with several ceramic vases and priceless artworks that spoke of mismanaged wealth. I nodded absentmindedly as several maids walked past me, bowing as I walked past them. I was not ignorant of the way they giggled and gossiped to themselves. As I headed out to the palace's underground parking lot, I heard someone calling out my name. I turned back to see that it was Luna Trina.

"You're planning something." "Obviously." Charlie groaned. "I don't like that look. That's the same look you had when you hot-wired Levi's car." "That was an accident," Conan said innocently. "You hot-wired it," Charlie deadpanned. "Details." I rolled my eyes. "Spit it out already. What's the plan?"

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.

But I'm going to get through this all fine, I haven't done anything wrong after all. “Luna, we meet again”. The detective says. Oh good, he remembers too. “You might have forgotten but I'm Detective Casper Alvin, and this is my comrade, Detective Jade Kelsey”. The lady doesn't offer as much as a smile, just a small nod that I could have definitely missed if I wasn't looking. “I do remember you, detective”. I say, bringing one leg over the other in an attempt to portray the confidence that I don't have. His eyes fix on every little action I make, making me even more uncomfortable.