Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

“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.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

He gave her the time and place, and before hanging up, asked, "Are you very familiar with Jaycee Parrish?" Chelsea said, "I am very familiar with his husband's younger brother." K didn't ask any more questions, simply saying, "See you in a bit." Detective K, a well-known private investigator in Lorwick. No agency, no trace in his whereabouts,and there was only his public email address on the forum. Those who wanted to collaborate with him would send an email. If he was interested, he would definitely contact you. If he wasn't interested and didn't reply for more than a week, then it was a no-go.

“Firstly, have you been having issues with anyone lately? Have you been threatened or harassed?” Drew and I exchanged eye contact, then my eyes moved from Harry to Alice to my mum because I knew what I was about to say to the detective. Only Drew and I knew about it. “Actually, yes,” I said to the detective. I shifted on the chair awkwardly, avoiding Harry, Alice, and my mum’s eyes. “Alia,” Harry said. “Who is that?” Alice and my mum asked at the same time. “I’m listening.” The detective opened his notepad and tapped his pen on the note looking ready to write.

"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—"

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?”

Ashley asked with her head held high. "She is the owner of this house; she is our boss," Jake said to a man who wasn’t dressed in a police uniform. The man stepped forward, he was dressed in a fashionable suit, and he flashed her his badge. "I am Detective Brad Collins; I am here to investigate the death of the doctor... and I was told that you had to hire him to come to treat your father." Detective Brad said with his piercing gaze fixed on Ashley. The atmosphere in the living room was getting heavier by the minute.

I didn’t look away from the screen. “I don’t give a fuck.” The room fell silent. “I need information.” I watched Alaric lower his head. “He hasn’t said anything yet, but he will.” I finally looked at Diego. “I need it done quickly.” His eyes narrowed slightly, because he understood. Understood exactly what I wasn’t saying, we had little time on our hands. Allison’s memories were piecing back together, and I knew the danger was coming along with them. I stood. “I’ll see him now.”

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”