Detective Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

So Collin chose not to comment anything. After a couple more knocks, the door finally flew open. Revealing a lady with a stressful face. "Detective?" She asked while looking at him. "Obviously, yes." He sardonically replied to the lady who's a bit taller than him. "Uh-- what brought you here?" She widen the door open and that shifts her eyes on Collin. She suddenly gasped audibly, unintentionally, when she saw Collin standing behind the short Detective. "I'm still and stuck investigating about your old boyfriend, Klyde McMarrow. Will you let us in?"

"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.

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.

The sight of his bruised and bloodied face sent a wave of horror through the onlookers, the severity of the situation hitting home. The police wasted no time in questioning the man, his identity now revealed as Alex. "Who paid you to get the job done?" they demanded, their voices sharp with authority. As all eyes turned towards him, a heavy silence descended, his answer hanging in the air like a dark cloud. In a moment of startling revelation, Alex pointed a trembling finger at Allison, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Allison sent me to get Charlotte Robert killed," he confessed, his voice carrying truth. The bombshell revelation reverberated through the crowd, leaving u

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.

"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."

the secretary says coming toward me, she looked pale and worried. "Yes?" I answer looking at her confused. "Uhh...a detective wants to talk to you," she says, but detectives talk to us all the time, we're counsellors who work for convicts all the time. "Let him in," I say, waiting for someone to walk in, I expected one that I knew or part of my circle, but a detective that I didn't recognize. "Hello," I say looking at him confused. "Miss Zariah, it's Detective Keiran, I'm here to ask you a couple of questions," he says, to ask me questions? What for?

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.’”