Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

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.”

Allison twitched. He isn't, he just told me the fact that I failed to see, he saw that my baby needed me. I should thank him later, he’s the detective in charge of the case, right?” “Yes, I think he said that the last time he was here. You’ll definitely still cross paths, you’re a key witness in the case” Allison replied and then suddenly clung unto Kylie. “What is it, now?” “Let’s go see your house” Allison said and giggled.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

“Well, the problem before with a party was getting Christy alone, since there would be no way to predict when she would leave. However, if the party is at her house, it will just be a matter of waiting for the party to die down, which it will have to do eventually. Once the party is over, and everyone else has gone home, we’ll have Christy all to ourselves. We can probably count on Johnny sticking around the latest, so we may have to off them together.” “Oh, good,” Bethany sighs nostalgically, “doubles always takes me back to my first time.” “We also need to find out what Derek will be doing at the time of the murder,” I add. “If he has any alibis—such as Tyranna, Queen of the Undead—we’ll h

The girl I never met before stepped forward and extended her hand. "I'm Sabrina. Welcome back, it's great to finally meet you Luna." She grinned at me, her brown eyes twinkling. I smiled at Sabrina, "It's great to finally be back." I chuckled. My eyes scanned the room for the face I had been longing to see. When I noticed Killian wasn't here, I frowned. "He's on his way, Claire. There was a lead on Damien and he wanted to chase it down himself." Kira gave me a reassuring smile.