Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

As she opened the car door, Teresa made the statement. "Okay." Allison placed the bags of her hands in the back seat and closed the door. When she opened the front passenger door to sit, she noticed Teresa's phone was ringing. She bent down and grasped the phone. She took the phone and stood straight. She saw that it was Ryan who was calling. She received the call and answered, "Hello?" "Where are you?" "I am-" A blow to the back of Allison's head interrupted her train of thought and prevented her from responding to Ryan.

Each replay felt like another knife twisting inside me. “Turn it off please” I said waving my hands to Mark. Then three loud knocks echoed through the house. Everyone looked toward the front door. Knock. Knock. Knock. A firm voice followed. “Mrs. Harrington?” Mom slowly walked toward the entrance. “Yes?” “We’d like a word with you.” She hesitated before opening the door. Standing outside were two uniformed officers. One stepped forward and held up his identification. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m Detective Inspector Daniel Brooks from the Major Crimes Investigation Unit.” His eyes shifted past her shoulder into the house. “We’re looking for Miss Evelyn Harrington.”

“I need to speak with you. I see that you're sitting at the waiting area, waiting for your flight, isn't it?” Damon's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.” He stood up abruptly, turning to leave. Allison was faster. She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Who are you trying to fool? You’re Damon Reed. And I said, I need to speak with you.” He scoffed. “Who are you, some reporter? Because you don’t look like a cop.” Allison chuckled. “You’re right, I’m not a cop. But I have the power to hand you over to them.”

This is why she tries to avoid him, his words always managed to entice her. His sweet words trapped her inside a never-ending fantasy inside his world. "Rae", Troy's voice snapped her out. She was startled and turned around to Troy. "Oh Troy, what is it?" she asked Troy. "I think I got a new lead about the killer, you should come and see", Troy said. "Got it" the female detective nodded. Vicky suddenly intervenes in their conversation. "I was requested by his parents to investigate the case, it's one of the main reasons I'm here", Vicky said.

Allen looked at it and realized he was a detective. “I’m Detective Kevin Tan and I would like to ask you a few questions,” the detective started. “A-About what?” Allen asked with a confused expression. “Let’s go somewhere else first, shall we?” Even before Allen could answer, the detective had already walked away from him. He couldn't do anything but follow. They reached a park after a few minutes of walking. The detective immediately sat down on the vacant bench, followed by Allen, who also sat next to the detective. As they sat down, the detective immediately pulled out a small notebook from his pocket.

“The man who stole the files.” The coffee cup trembled slightly in my hand as dread seeped through me. This wasn’t just an accident. Someone wanted this death, and they wanted it to make a statement. My phone rang, a new number flashing across the screen. I hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking it up and placing it on speaker. “Hello, am I speaking to Ms. Aurelia Duvall?” “And who are you?” I asked cautiously. “I’m Mr. Ken,” the voice replied, clipped and professional. “A police detective from Brightside Division. I’d like to invite you for questioning regarding one of your staff found dead this morning.”

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

“Who could it be?” “Everyone moved from the hall down here.” “We have a murder between us? That's impossible.” My eyes darkened as I stared at the man. I laced Lydia's and mine fingers together. Whatever this man says doesn't matter, Lydia would never hurt a fly. Although she had all the reasons to kill her, she wouldn't. Lydia is the reason why I was holding back from using my known method to reciprocate Julia's and Mom’s actions. “Miss Alissa, you were with Julia Everett earlier today, right?” Detective Shawn asked.

After his last witness interview Max makes some notes and going over the facts now with new information gathered, he’s got some good leads and ideas of where to look for some key evidence. Drawing up a search warrant so he can collect the evidence he hopes to find. Max emails a draft to the district attorney's office for review. Since it's a urgent matter he will get a reply within the hour. Once the warrant is in his hands Max and requested backup Max. He and his fellow officers leave to execute the search. The Deputy Sheriff's officer had also arrived to assist, but even before entering the factory the K-9 alerted them to the presence of contraband in the vehicle that was parked outside.

“Go ahead. He’ll see you.” I followed him down a long hallway, my hands clutching my phone tightly. The Detective was sitting behind a desk covered with files. He looked up when I came in. “Miss… Kira, right? What brings you here?” “It’s about Karen,” I said, my voice trembling a little. “You arrested him for Alistair’s death, but you made a mistake.” His brow lifted. “A mistake?” “Yes,” I said, stepping closer and placing my phone on the table. “Look.”