Novel & Cerita Detective Allison Kerry

And if he followed me, if he found someone willing to trade a photo for a paycheck, it wouldn't be the first time he weaponized his access to me. But… would Derek go this far? The Derek I used to love? No. The Derek who begged me for a second chance while hiding two years of betrayal? Absolutely. A sharp knock startled me from the spiral. Three fast knocks. Then silence. I moved to the door cautiously, fingers tightening around my robe again. This time, I looked through the peephole with the tension of someone expecting a ghost. It was Allison. Thank God. I pulled open the door and she slipped in like she owned the place, hair tied in a top knot, black sunglasses, and a phone in one hand lik

Luke Martin woke up to a banging on his prison cell. "What the hell!" he shouted as he fell off the bed. "You got a visitor, Martin," the guard shouted as he unlocked the door and stayed outside. Luke fixed himself and changed his clothes. It had been more than a month since he was detained due to the attack on Jennifer Mills at Noughton's. In a few minutes, he went out to the visiting area and sat on one of the chairs of a long table. He was able to look at the woman whom the jail guard was talking to. She was tall, with long brown hair, wore a checkered dress of black and tan orange, high-heeled black boots and carried a pink handbag. She turned, and went walking towards him. She sat in fr

She immediately wondered if it had something to do with Rachel. Just moments later, Liam walked in and apologized for being late. Allison looked at him, and she could tell he had been crying and hadn't slept at all. The doctor asked Allison if she was feeling up to giving the police her statement, and she nodded. One female officer named Whitney and a male officer named Charles came in and asked everyone to step out so they could speak with her alone. they asked Allison several Questions: Whitney: Allison, do you know the person that took you?

“That Hayes family. So you might want to reconsider your theory about me being some disgruntled employee. The Hayes Group doesn’t work for anyone, and I certainly didn’t kill him.” “Then tell me who did!” Morrison slammed his palms on the table, making the photos jump. “Because right now, all evidence points to you. Your fingerprints are all over the crime scene. You were caught at the scene with the victim’s blood literally at your feet. And now you’re spinning tales about conspiracy and tampered phone records?” A soft knock interrupted them. Another detective – younger, with kind eyes that seemed out of place in this harsh room – poked her head in. Her badge read “Detective Jerry.”

I almost forgot she was in the room with us. "You need to rest, I'll handle that." All of us glanced at Kerry. "How do you suppose to get that information ? Jacob is actually a private investigator sweetheart. He's the man for the job." I said as Kerry snarled at me. "Don't look down on Kerry, she actually knows a lot of people she isn't supposed to know, she can help." Hannah vouched for her, so I would have to trust her word. "Do you know anyone else who's a private investigator as good as me ?" Jacob asked, he probably isn't convinced or either is in denial that he won't be useful on this case. "I do actually, she actually owes me a favor." Hannah instantly faced Kerry.

I called, snapping the laptop shut and setting it on the table beside me. A man stepped into the room, probably in his late forties, his brown hair graying at the temples. He wore a polite, measured smile the kind that felt rehearsed. "Ms. Kennerly? I’m the detective assigned to your case. I spoke with your boyfriend earlier. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind." I studied him cautiously. Theron had mentioned the detective wasn’t buying the story Bram Thatcher tried to spin, but his name eluded me.

She pulled her into a hug and ran her hand all over her back as the two continued to cry. The next morning was a new day. Edmund and the detective arrived at the house. Nora ushered them in and served them something to drink. She introduced Allison to them, and they all accepted her. "Nora," Edmund called out. She faced him, and he took her hands. "I am so proud of you," he told her, and he meant it. "So, we still have one issue left," the detective said. "How do we take down Harry?" "And, without dragging Allison down with him," Nora added.

Arabella smirked slyly, “Then why don't we hand the evidence over to the police and let them investigate it themselves.” “Come in.” The door creaked open as two detectives stepped into the room, their eyes quickly scanning the space. Gavin hurried in behind them, his face tight with worry. The taller of the two gave a small, polite nod. “Good afternoon. I’m Detective Harris, and this is my assistant, Cole.” His gaze moved slowly across the faces in the room as he flashed his badge, attentive, but not unkind. “We received word that someone here wanted to report a crime.”

"Why was he always two steps ahead of the police? Like the time when we captured you in my house, how did he conveniently disappear right before the police got here?" My heard thudded wildly. All of this had started when Detective John had been assigned to investigate Allison's murder. All the puzzle pieces quickly started falling into place. I gasped as realization finally hit me. It was Detective John. Detective John was Kade.

“Who’s here this early?” She opened the door casually. And froze. Three police officers stood outside. One woman and two men. The female officer stepped forward first. “Mallory Allison?” Mallory’s expression slowly changed. “Yes?” The officer pulled out a badge. “Atlanta Georgia State Police.” “We need you to come with us.” Mallory laughed nervously. “For what exactly?” The male officer stepped forward this time. His voice was cold. “Miss Allison, you are being taken in for questioning as a suspected witness in the murder of Daniel Park.”