Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

He suggested Riley nodded "He is right" You guys should go back to the scene while I find out who he met recently" Riley said Ok" Liam agreed with both of them If you find out anything remembers to call me" He said as Riley nodded Riley is a female officer who is known for her great hacking skills Which gave her the chance to work with Liam and Joel They both left and entered the car Joel drove the car back to the murder site They parked the car at the side Got down and entered the house

she whispered, to herself as much as to anyone else. Beside her, Morris was an anchor against the tempest raging through her emotions. "We will get through whatever's coming next," he said softly. "You're not alone in this, Isabelle." She turned to him then, forcing a small, polite smile. It was in that instant that their eyes met and, for one flickering moment, their old connection reignited. Before either of them got a chance to dwell on it, Detective Chen stepped forward, his expression grim. "We have just received some disturbing information," she said, her voice low. "It seems that Mr. Fernandez has contacted Allison. Evidence has led us to believe that he may use her to get to both of

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

The words landed harder than they should have. She looked away too quickly, her pulse suddenly uneven for reasons that had nothing to do with the investigation. Damian had this frustrating way of saying things like they were simple facts instead of dangerous confessions. Quinn parked the car without replying. The crime scene had already been blocked off by the time they arrived, flashing lights cutting through the quiet neighborhood. But the second Quinn stepped inside the small alley behind the café, she knew Mark had been right. This was different. The earlier murders had been clean and perfect. This one looked angry.

"We need to search her room here and find out where else she might have gone in the days before her death." As they prepared to examine Lily's living space, Casie felt her phone vibrate with an incoming call. The screen displayed "Unknown Caller," but something, perhaps her newly enhanced instincts, told her to answer. "Detective Blackwood," she answered, stepping away from the group. "Detective." The voice was distorted, deliberately masked by some kind of modulation. "I understand you're looking for me." A chill ran down Casie's spine. "Who is this?" "You know who it is." The artificial voice carried a hint of amusement. "You're standing in a shelter full of children asking questions about

“Breaking News: Aliana Moore Arrested in Connection to Sadie Allister’s Death.” My spine stiffened. The headline crawled across the screen like it was mocking me. Beneath it, a video began to play. Aliana, still in sleepwear, her expression raw and stunned, was being walked out of her apartment building in handcuffs. A plainclothes detective flanked her on one side, two uniformed officers on the other. She wasn’t resisting, but her mouth moved—talking, pleading maybe. They didn’t listen. “Shit,” Rowe muttered under his breath.

She had been shaken up by the experience so much that she was going to need a few weeks of therapy at least. “Ma’am, my name is Detective Bradley Burke and I’d like to ask you a few questions.” He stooped low in front of her. The normal line of questioning would drive them in circles. Each second they would waste would lead the killer further away from them. He would only ask the one question that reveals the mystery. “Did you see anything unusual when you were driving here?”

😬UNKNOWN POV😬 **BEFORE THE DEATH OF KAREN'S MUM** "So what you gonna do , that dectetive already have a lead on you, not just one but several leads" my assistant said "And where were you when she started getting those leads huh where the f^^k where you " I barked . I am beyond pissed right now , who does she think she is to try to unravel this case , who does she think she is to stop me . All humans must pay and no one is going to stop me.

I was totally caught off guard and grasped the railing with both hands, I feel like anytime I'm going to puke. "You're Miss Morrison, right? You're a close friend of Michael Summers." A policewoman approached me, her tone was strong and has a tinge of southern accent in it and it was obvious that only her first statement was a question, she was sure that I am a close friend of Michael's. I nodded and shook her arm. She introduced herself as police inspector Irene Denver. "We need your help to confirm some alibi and some belongings of the victim." She pulled out some papers but my eyes froze on her face.

And in a flick of a moment, my brain possessed all the questions and the theories that he had come up with an attempt to solve the complicated case. “Miss Ellie Parkinson, I'm Secretary Jason Fox, head of the London Police Criminal Intelligence,” he announced, in a hoarsely agitating voice. “Now without wasting any moment of this crucial interrogation, let me ask you the obvious question. What was your objective behind the cold-blooded murders of Emily Billings and Broderick Barnes?” “I didn't kill them, Mr. Secretary,” I asserted loudly, refusing to withhold my gaze.