Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

A young and gorgeous lady got out of the car and greeted Lily, "Lily, do you not remember me? It's me, Quinley Allison." "Miss Quinley? Goodness me! How long has it been?" Lily greeted the lady politely. Quinley Allison was the daughter of the Allison Group and she was one of Meredith's close friends. However, she had not visited Meredith ever since she got into the incident. Allison walked over to Lily, smiled, and said, "I read on the news that Meredith was still alive and that Mister Josiah had brought her back home so I decided to visit her." She then scanned the surroundings. "Lily, is Meredith around?"

He turned when he heard a knock on the door, expecting it to be medical personnel, but it was a detective who he was familiar with. Detective Dennis Barber had been with the NYPD for twelve years. He was known for being thorough on cases when others thought there was no foul play. When Dr. Garnier had called and said her findings were inconclusive on if Natalia Crawford had been pushed or not, it had piqued his interest. Then she added that Hayden Sumner was her boyfriend and stated he may know of people who wanted to harm the young woman. Dennis knew he had to take this case. He had worked with Hayden before and knew he was one of the few good billionaires in the city. "Good evening Hayden.

I first cleared my throat then spoke. “Check the perimeter cams,” I said, kneeling back beside the body. “Already sent the request. I know your next five moves, Vale.” “You’ve been watching me that long?” He grinned and turned to walk back toward the van. “Maybe.” Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the forensics team was sweeping the scene. I kept going back to the body because it actually had a scent. I couldn’t describe it exactly. But everyone said they could only smell cold bold. Maybe my nose was playing

His eyes meet mine for an instant steady, and unreadable. A detective with a square jaw approaches, his badge catching the lantern light. “Scarlett Hayes?” “Yes,” I manage. My voice was thin, almost lost in the wind. “I’m Detective Reilly. We need your statement. Everything you saw tonight. Everything you know.” I glance at Damien, at my mother. There’s too much too many secrets stacked like dominoes, ready to crash if I push the first one. Reilly seems to read my hesitation. “We already have the suspect in custody downstairs,” he says, nodding toward the unconscious man being wheeled out. “But we need context. How you all got here.”

“Yes, I spoke with her father. Apparently, the criminals were operating under our noses all these while and we didn't know it. Too invested in the Browns we never saw it when they made a mistake.” John and Sebastian stare at each other for a long hard moment, just like they sit opposite each other, their thoughts sit at two ends, what is he about to ask? John must be thinking. “How did you know about the case?” Sebastian blurts out his thoughts. “you are supposed to be in evidence room and from evidence, Allison killed herself.” “Yeah, but I wasn't working in evidence room at that time. I was the administrator.” “Right.” John looks away from Sebastian, crushing the cereal between his teeth a

She swallowed, controlling her urge to throw up. “So Allison, tell me about yourself?” Keir asked her like they were at the interview session. Allison secretly rolled her eyes but she was relieved that they didn't have the accompaniment of Thana now. The woman's mere presence pisses Allison off to the extent that she urges to kill her every time she sees her. “I reckon that You know everything about me. So the question should be asked by me! Why are you after me? Is it because You couldn't get my mother so you want me right now?” She dared to ask and Keir looked at her sitting stiff, not touching her meal.

He backs up in the driveway before Allison can put on her best acting yet to convince him we are indeed having a girls' sleepover. The huge brown door opens as soon as I step on the porch. Allison, wearing a big black hoodie and a pair of biker shorts, appears. She looks in the direction of Jerry’s car. Her face shows a hint of sadness before she looks at me. “You have got some explaining to do!” She grabs my wrist and drags me inside.

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.”