Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Can you give me like a summary because I'm confused. How did she burn your house? Who gave you the news?” Inhaling shakily, Allison squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before flapping them open and looking at me. “About a month ago, a detective called me from New York, informing me that a new police chief had been reinstated and had ordered for the reinvestigation of some cases,” She began then sighed heavily. “Fuck, I forgot to tell you that our house burnt down mysteriously five years ago.” I knew about that fact, courtesy of Dylan, and momentarily contemplating pretending like I didn't but I eventually decided against doing so.

"But suspicion isn't evidence. Without proof, she has nothing." "What about the toxicology screen?" "Hypothetically speaking, if someone had used an undetectable compound, it wouldn't show up on standard tests." "And if it's not standard?" "Then we have a problem." He left. And I stood there, staring at Detective Morrison's card. Detective Sarah Morrison, Homicide Division. Kayden's hand settled on my shoulder. "Hey. You okay?" "She knows something." "She knows nothing. She's fishing. That's what cops do." He turned me to face him.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

"No. That's all." I hang up. Look toward the bedroom. She's in there. Alone. Processing. Should I go to her? Or give her space? I don't know. Don't know how to help her through this. Don't know how to fix what revenge broke. My phone rings again. Unknown number. I almost don't answer. Do anyway. "Hello?" "Mr. Hale, this is Detective Morrison from the NYPD. We're investigating allegations that evidence in the Voss case may have been obtained through illegal recording—"

My blood freezes in my veins. “Her room attendant is a friend of mine,” Chaz goes on. “She said Allison didn’t sleep in her bed last night. Allison knew I was concerned after Lois’s death, and she was completely freaked about her friend’s crime. She wouldn’t have left without telling me.” “We’ll look into it,” I reassure him. With a tight nod, he turns and leaves. “I’ll bet Kantor is also involved in Allison’s disappearance,” Ryder mutters. I nod, holding in a curse. “I’m guessing he’s the brains on site. He and Jordan probably needed more ‘product’ for Sire to replace Lois.”

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Inside, Lily presses her face to the glass, holding up two sparklers and grinning. "So what do we do?" I ask. Brett stares at me for a long moment. "I don't know if there is a 'we' anymore." Before I can respond, his phone rings. The caller ID shows a name that makes my blood run cold: "Detective Doris - NYPD White Collar Division"

“I have been resting for days, Killian.” “Good, then one more wouldn’t be making a difference.” I winked at her and she shook her head. Truth be told, I have been working day and night to dig out the number of Bernardi associates that were sprawled around my city. The man believed that he could find her this way, he just didn’t know that he was going to have to deal with me sending him back headless bodies as a present from the Alpha of Alphas.