Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

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.

She knew what was coming. She knew they were watching. She knew she would not survive. Alison's pulse raced. Then she found another page. A page Mercy had clearly written years later. One paragraph had been underlined repeatedly. As though Mercy desperately wanted someone to notice it. The children were never the objective. The objective was the mother. Alison stared. Confused. Then terrified. Because suddenly Project Ashes looked very different. At the quarry, Chief Inspector Bethwel Kanda arrived moments later. The officer stepped from his vehicle.

I cannot believe you followed me out here to question me again! Presley Jones was a determined woman who had made detective in a city not known to be good about allowing women to earn that shield, and she was also a firm believer in justice. She had taken one look at the lovely brunette with the pale skin and the long legs and known she had a really big secret, and she was determined to find out just what it was the woman was hiding. ‘I think she’s here.’ ‘Then look for her!’ Kelliann shouted rudely. ‘And if she is here, arrest her ass. Ask her where my money is while you’re at it, why don’t you?’

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.

"You're already helping me, Mr. Hermes." "Oh no, not another police." He mumbled to his breath. Sounding all so done with the people spying on him or something, telling him what to do and what not to do. He's starting to feel like the peanut butter jelly in between those slices of breads. "My name is Detective Won Kenji, I'm working on Klyde McMarrow's case and I am thankful that you're cooperating with the case flow. I'm here to discuss about giving you a pardon once this case is solved."

"We received a tip from a gas station clerk about a man who matched Gerald's description," Police detective Andrew Sweeney said. He is the detective in charge of Audre's case. He had called Ansel the following day with an update. Ansel headed to the police station right away alongside Connor, who insisted on coming with him. Ansel straightened his back against the chair, his eyes fully alert. "What did he say?"

"I know you, Allison. You're not that kind of person. You've got a secret." "Don't overthink it," Allison replied, and Emily climbed into the car with one last doubtful look. As the car pulled away, Allison sighed. Emily had always been perceptive—no wonder she was determined to become a detective. Her sister's instincts were sharp. Liam appeared silently at Allison's side. "Let's go home," he said, his face betraying nothing of what had just happened. Allison looked at his composed expression. Not even the family drama had cracked his perfect mask of control.

ROSE I inhale deeply as the cold water crawls repeatedly across my skin. It's evening already. I spent the entire afternoon looking for clues. Fortunately enough for me, I met an old college friend of mine who's a detective in LA, and he promised to help me find out about Lavender and her supposedly dead kid. In fact, he also said he's been curious about the way the detectives all died. He had wanted to investigate, but the police boldly told him it's not his duty to; that even the families of the deceased aren't worried about it. Somehow, I couldn't help but think this person in question has connections with the police. I couldn't say it to him because it's against the law to accuse a fello