Detective Bailey Novels & Stories

Bailey instructs me and I almost snort. Open heart? My heart has been carved out already. Bailey pauses at the door. "If he breaks it again?" She says, giving me a creepy smile when our eyes meet mine. "Then I'll help you carry him for cremations to hide evidence.”

Detectives. "Doctor, how is Mr Bailey doing?" The officers ask the hospital doctor. "Well we like to keep him at least till tomorrow for observation and then we will see, for now he's unconscious and we don't know yet what he inhaled in his house that made him like this!" "Okay thank you, can you let us know when he wakes or if he changes for the worse?" "Sure detective!" "Oh doctor, please if he wakes up don't tell him about his pregnant girlfriend because i don't want him to freak out okay?"

“Everyone out.” Xander’s voice cut through the corridor like a blade. No argument. No hesitation. Guards dragged Miriam away despite her protests. The hallway emptied quickly, leaving only Bailey, Xander, Liam… and the body on the floor. The silence that followed was worse than the chaos. Bailey stared at the note again. Wrong girl. Her fingers tightened around the paper. “She wanted me here,” Bailey said quietly. Xander’s expression darkened. “And she almost got it.”

"What? What is going on? Is it infected?" Bailey grabs her baseball and looks around. "No," I say, lowering her baseball. "Not infected. Drifter. Have you seen him? Do you know where it is?" Bailey looks around for a before shaking her head. "No," she answers. "Shit," I say, slamming my fist down. "Where could he have gone? We're the middle of nowhere." "Wait," Bailey screams. She grabs and throws her backpack in front of her. She then starts to go through it, digging deep and pulling out a few things. "Yes. Yes. Okay. I still have everything. Do you still have all your thing?"

"Biometrics are solid. The chip is a re-coded Canadian blank. But listen—if she triggers a federal red-flag, the seams will pop. A human analyst with enough time will find the ghosts eventually." "She won't get stupid," Bailey said, opening the door. "The woman she used to be is at the bottom of the harbor." "Victor’s going to notice his best asset is gone. If he traces this to me—" "Victor’s currently trying to keep his guts from spilling out of his empire. He’s too busy to look for you." Bailey stepped into the rain. He walked until his feet were numb, then pulled out the burner. One message: Got it.

Anthony frowned as Luke continued, “Senior Bailey came to the company out of the blue. He’s waiting for you at the office and insists that you come over. He said that if you don’t come, he’d send out the Bailey Ace to harm Madam.” Anthony’s eyes narrowed. Bailey Ace was the Baileys’ elite bodyguard unit from the first generation. They only appeared when Baileys were in a dangerous situation, and there were 10,008 guards in the team!

“You're obsessed with me.” Bailey's face changed. “I love you.” “You don't love me.”He shook his head.“You love the idea of being with me.”She looked away, not knowing what to say anymore. The officers placed handcuffs around her wrists.I stood there holding Eleanor, watching the woman who had caused all of this finally get taken away. But something still didn't feel right. Bailey had acted alone.At least, that's what I thought. One of the officers approached us.“Ma'am, we'll need you to come with us and give a statement.”

And it just goes on like that . Now it's his turn . Zeke knocks and a man in his late forties opened the door. My turn to do the talking "Good day sir I'm detective Vanessa" I said showing him my ID . "And with me is my assistant detective ze… Ezekiel. We have a warrant to search every house in this lane " I said showing him the search warrant "Sure come on in" he said "Honey who's at the door ?" A lady yelled from the kitchen who I guessed is his wife

“I didn’t know if we had time. I was rather more focused on getting people out of there.” “How noble of you, Mister Bailey,” the detective said sarcastically. “We couldn’t find Miss Hayes’s phone on the scene.” I glanced at Troy who merely smiled at the human. “Well, forgive me for being blunt, Detective, but maybe it blew up when the bombs went off.” “Hm,” the detective grunted. “We found Miss Hayes’s body not far from the club. She didn’t have her cellphone on her. She didn’t even have her purse. Do you know anything about that?”

Deep lines, wrinkles, creases that hadn't been there minutes ago. "No... this can't be happening!" She staggered back, ready to bolt—then stopped cold. Every camera was locked on her. Teeth clenched, she forced a smile. "That doesn't matter. What matters is solving the case!" She tried to rally. "The most distinct trait of the killer is his hands—" But before she could land the point, a reporter pushed through the crowd. "Breaking news! The Carmoria State Bureau of Investigation just caught the real killer!"