Novel & Cerita Detective Allison Kerry

Let's find a way to free her,’ Jericho put in. Terry rolled his eyes where he was standing beside a bunch of overly dressed older women chatting and gossiping away. ’Jericho, don't you have a certain detective to go talk to?’ Jericho looked around him and sighted Detective Kelly Reynolds walking in with a lovely, green and short tight dress. She looked beautiful and not the tough detective she seemed to be. “Wow,” Jericho exclaimed. ‘I'll leave you two with the strange girl. I'll be back in a minute.’ And then he disconnected from the mindlink.

I immediately contacted my assistant, Charles, and instructed him to delve into the heart of the matter, urging him to engage a skilled hacker to recover the missing CCTV footage and unearth the truth behind Charlotte's sudden disappearance. Back in my room, I sat in silence in my room, lost in my thoughts, when the door abruptly swung open. I didn't need to glance over to know it was Allison. Unlike Charlotte, who always waited for my acknowledgment before entering, Allison had a habit of breezing into my room unannounced. "What is it, Allison?" I inquired, my tone tinged with a hint of exasperation. "Come on, Dylan, I'm here for you," she replied, her voice carrying a note of earnest conce

I ask trying to remember but I kept coming up with nothing, Jackson smiles slightly looking over at me trying to remember. “Agent Allison is the agent that went missing, her fiancé is Derek, that man that you keep saying went hulk on you.” He says with a little laugh, but that was when it all started to click in my mind. “The owner of the car that I saw the night my dad was taken!” I say finally piecing it all together, Jackson nods his head telling me that I was right. “Didn’t you say that it was Mario’s gang that took her, so to me it would make sense that he would stalk whoever it was that he was planning to kidnap, when did she go missing?” I ask looking through all of the different phot

Regardless, I maintain a poker face as I watch the detective bow respectfully. “Your Grace….”. He says and lowers his head cordially. How courteous. “... I'm Detective Asher Glen and I'm in charge of the case of Vander Djik Gerald who was found dead in the early hours of this evening”. I nod in complete understanding. “It's nice meeting you, detective”. “We are questioning everyone in case anybody heard or saw anything that might be helpful to the investigation. We'd appreciate your cooperation, Luna”. I glance at Draaven but his face is once again empty and expressionless as he lets the detective and I have our conversation.

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.

"Thompson, it's Rodriguez. Can you run a background check on Allison? See if she's got any priors or anything that might give us leverage." Officer Thompson's voice came through the phone. "On it, Detective. I'll get back to you ASAP." Twenty minutes later, Thompson walked into the detectives' office, holding a printout. "Got the background check on Allison. She's clean, no felonies." Jameson raised an eyebrow. "What about her personal life? Anything interesting?" Thompson hesitated before speaking. "Well, her husband passed away a few years ago. She's a single mom to two kids - a 22-year-old son and a 2-year-old daughter."

Jocelyn’s POV Now all those drills over the last four days finally made sense. The endless hours spent researching each girl. Memorising names, backgrounds, family trees. But there was one girl we had nothing on. Allison. As if reading my mind, Jackson’s attention locked onto her. “You’re the only one who sent us nothing,” he said evenly. “There is no trace of you on any official record. But last night I finally managed to uncover your full name.” His gaze sharpened. “‘Allison Rose Everwood.’”

Good. As I walked toward the exit tunnels with Tyrone by my side, I felt the weight of ten years of peace behind me and the fire of a decade-old war ahead. I was Valerie, the Detective Alpha, and I was going to find out exactly who had stolen the life I was supposed to have. From the distance, Tyrone stood near the gates looking as handsome as ever. I smiled but he doesn't return it. Grabbing me by the waist, he planted a deep, intoxicating kiss on my lips almost stealing my breath away. He pulled back only to say.

And then, she was gone. The money, also gone. All leads? Dead ends. For years, the case had gone cold, leaving nothing but unanswered questions and suspicion lingering in the air. Some believed she had run away, others whispered that something far worse had happened to her. Now, after all this time, the detective was calling about her? Asher’s tone remained calm and firm. He didn’t know what the detective was calling about. Maybe they needed more information about Laurel. He had given them everything he knew about her when the investigation started. The company she had worked for had also given the police the details they knew about.

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.