Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

This time I frowned and looked him in the eyes. "I like fiery ladies a lot" he said and turned to look at the poker face Jordan " I like your pair. A handsome detective and a paragon of beauty.." Dare Wilson was saying when Jordan interrupted him. " She's my colleague, detective Tina. And we are in charge of handling the murder case of your daughter Kitty Wilson. A while ago, your assistant called me and told me you would like to meet us…" Jordan said in a tone that portrays he doesn't have time for the nonsense the man was starting.

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”

My mentor—same as last life—pointed at me, shaking with rage. "You disgrace! First you steal Jenna's deductions, now you show up here making a scene?" My cheek burned, but the shock cut deeper. Alan drew breath to keep going, but Jenna tugged him back, wearing that perfect mix of hurt and innocence. "Kate, I don't know why you'd ask me that... Don't you remember? I told you—the killer lined up the hundred-dollar bills from the victim's wallet by serial number. That's how we knew he was a religious fanatic with obsessive tendencies."

I would have joined her in a heartbeat, but I needed to make a quick call to my detective, he’s not a wolf, else I would have linked him. “Take the lead,” I said and she obediently left for the bathroom, When I was sure that she was gone, I picked up my phone and called my detective, “Hello, Simon, I hope you are good.” “I’m fine how about you?” “It’s the same here, I need you to do a little research for me on Cory and a lady called Alison Quinn, I know I have already given you something else to investigate but this is important, I need answers within a week.”

The television buzzed in the background, low at first, until the headline flashing across the bottom of the screen made Serena pause. BREAKING NEWS: DETECTIVE FOUND DEAD IN CAR — HEROIN OVERDOSE SUSPECTED. I raised the volume with the remote, my fingers sticky with juice. The newscaster, her expression appropriately grim, spoke over a looped image of flashing police lights surrounding a dented black sedan sunk into the edge of a muddy ditch. “Sources confirmed that Detective E. Harrington, an officer previously working in conjunction with the FBI and DEA, was found dead in the early hours of this morning. His vehicle was discovered on a deserted service road just outside the city limits—engi

She didn’t know if those deaths were done by the same set of people or a completely different person, but she was sure that no soul sucker was made use of since she could still feel the woman’s soul lingering, and it was filled with a lot of grievances She could just capture the soul, check the memories and then figure out who the killer is however, she would have to expend a lot of energy Williams rested his hands on Lucy’s shoulders, snapping her out of her thoughts “I’m leaving Lucy see you at the station” “yeah” Williams left Lucy and followed the officers that had packed the corpse and was about to deliver it the morgue After the officers had left, Jessie expression became extremely ser

The same detective that was now standing in the living room, interrogating Derrick no doubt. I could sense the uneasiness in the air as we walked into the house. Even worse, I could see the look of discomfort on Derrick’s face, along with something I could swear was anger. But it was hard to tell. “Miss Hart,” the detective said with an enthusiasm that I assumed he’d spent years practicing. “It’s a good thing you’re here. Who’s your friend?” Annabelle beat me to an answer. “Hi. I’m Annabelle. Annabelle Thorne.”

I admitted, “but it’s a start, isn’t it? We can track down a jeweler, see if the crest matches any families in the city.” Miller sighed, a weary sound. “Look, Mr. Thorne, I appreciate your…enthusiasm. But digging into this case is like poking a hornet’s nest with a toothpick. You could get yourself hurt.” “And what about Annalisa?” I shot back, the frustration spilling over. “She’s the one living with a murder charge hanging over her head! Don’t you think she deserves some closure?” The detective’s gaze softened slightly. He tapped the file with a thick finger. “Closure is one thing. Risking your life for a cold case is another. You gotta be careful, son. This city has a long memory, and eve

"Calvin what are you going to do about your workers? Especially Ellie. I'm pretty sure she's not the guilty one." "It's not Ellie. It's either Mariam or Fiona or the both of them. And I am carrying out an investigation on them to know if they have any sort of contact with my father, or any other person that might not want us to be together. I should know by the end of the day." Allison rubbed her stomach subconsciously and sighed. "It's going to be okay princess," he assured her and kissed her forehead. Then he stood up, said good bye to her and left.

“Someone in a blacked-out sedan did this to my bakery, not my husband. So, please… just do your job and find out whomever it is that did this.” Detective Ashley looks a little taken aback by my response, if not offended. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t suspect everyone until they are proven innocent, Mrs. Landry.” He growls, rolling his shoulders back. “You have yourself a good day. And, if there is anything that you can remember that might help with the case,” He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a personalised card with his details on it. “Feel free to give me a call.” As soon as I take the card from him, he immediately turns and walks to his vehicle.