Detective Bailey Novels & Stories

Bailey sitting behind the desk, but a man that he did not know, nor had he ever seen him before. Rick introduced himself and Old Wilson. "We asked you here today to tell you what has been going on. This knowledge is not to leave this room. Is that understood?" Mr. Hunt replied "Of course. Anything that you tell me will be held in the strictest of confidences. May I ask where Mr. Bailey is?" Rick responded "That is part of why you are here." With that, Rick gave Mr. Hunt a run down of what had happened earlier, and ended with revealing that Mr. Bailey and Mr. Anderson were both at this moment in jail. They would not be coming back.

He hung up. Bailey pulled the car over, her heart thumping with a sting she didn’t expect. He had never hung up on her before. The unease crawled through her like cold fingers around her spine. Why did he sound nervous? Why mention his boss again? And why lie? His company wasn’t the type to do business at night—he had told her that himself. “Something’s off…” she murmured. She took a breath and tried to calm herself. One problem at a time. Deliver the damn package. Go home. Shower. Wait for Keleb. Everything would work out.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

The detective at the desk looked up at me and gave a curt nod. My eyes narrowed when I heard Bailey’s voice again, this time, directly addressing the detective. “I’m here on behalf of the victims,” she said with fake sweetness, turning her face slightly to the side. “Abbie Grace asked me to speak for her, and the others.” I didn’t say anything at first, but I couldn’t help the sudden laugh that escaped my lips. It wasn’t loud, just a short snicker but it was enough to draw attention. Bailey turned her head quickly, and several people nearby glanced at me.

“Yes, it looks like that, but there’s something strange. Bailey seemed to know one of them. When the car pulled up and the man stepped out, she didn’t run away, like any normal victim would. Instead, she was talking to the leader before he shot her.” My mind spun at the officer’s words. Bailey would never associate with criminals—especially ones who would hurt her. It felt like a fabricated lie, a cover-up to distract us from the real truth. “You cannot be serious, officer!” I snapped. “My sister would never be involved with criminals. You need to conduct a proper investigation, unless you’re telling me that this investigation has been compromised.” Jace placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling

62 L I N D Y Griffin aimed the knife at Bailey and he had no remorse in his eyes. Bailey was still frozen from where she was actually standing as her blood was actually from her wrist down to the floor. She was holding her injured hand but she recovers and smiles, “I am so happy to see you here. You have to help me.” She says. I was then reminded that Detective Martin had mentioned that Griffin had escaped jail, but I didn’t know he would actually come here and…. help me?

After a while Maren stepped back into the shadows again and disappeared the same way she arrived, like she had never been there at all, and Bailey stood alone for a few seconds before turning and heading back. That was when I stepped out. She froze instantly, her head snapping toward me, and I saw it, the brief flicker of shock before she controlled her expression again. “Declan,” she said, her voice steadying too quickly, “you’re not supposed to be here.” “And yet here I am,” I replied, stepping closer, “what was that.” She hesitated. That hesitation told me more than anything else. “Tell me,” I pressed, lowering my voice. Bailey looked at me for a long moment, then sighed, like she had bee

She didn’t know if those deaths were done by the same set of people or a completely different person, but she was sure that no soul sucker was made use of since she could still feel the woman’s soul lingering, and it was filled with a lot of grievances She could just capture the soul, check the memories and then figure out who the killer is however, she would have to expend a lot of energy Williams rested his hands on Lucy’s shoulders, snapping her out of her thoughts “I’m leaving Lucy see you at the station” “yeah” Williams left Lucy and followed the officers that had packed the corpse and was about to deliver it the morgue After the officers had left, Jessie expression became extremely ser

Bailey says as she stands, taking her plate with her, “is that she’ll sleep all night, maybe into tomorrow. She has so much medication still running through her system. It might take several days for us to safely get her off all those strong medications.” Bailey and I clean up from dinner, and then she takes her leave. I watch her pull out of the driveway, the remaining shreds of golden sunset gleaming on the roof of her car as it bumps down the driveway. I turn to the stairs, suddenly exhausted, and begin to climb, my mind reeling over every possibility. Did Dalton do this? If so, why would he leave the tongue for me to find with other grisly little gifts and then act so strange about me fi

The operator called out Hello hello is anyone there but all she heard was crying. The operator traced the call and sent police to the address. The police arrived and entered the residence with weapons drawn. When they walked into the kitchen they saw Cole crying over Sasha’s dead body. The officers immediately reacted and placed cuffs on Cole assuming he was the culprit. Cole realized how it must look and started screaming, Hey I didn’t do it. I just got her and found her like this. The officers didn’t believe him and arrested him on the spot. They were sure he was guilty of killing Sasha and also Mandy as they bath died the same way.