Detective Bailey Novels & Stories

he yelled. Detective White glared at Captain Harris and then opens up his mouth and began to speak. “I’ m done sitting my ass around. About 12 teenagers were assumed dead only for their corpses to go missing from the morgue. Not quite long from that, they mysteriously emerged from nowhere and started attacking the cops and SWAT team on the crime scene in Bailey Avenue and all you do is tell me they need help and not a silver bullet? I will not let you sweep this under the carpet.”

Lacey was just ahead of us, leaning out the window to type in the code. “I want to, but there is just too much going on,” Bailee said, and I leaned my head back before turning to look at her. “Bailee, I didn’t know you were a Johnson until I met you in the bar, and I had already ordered the investigation into you. I never read them, I swear.” I said, hoping she would hear me this time and not the voice in her head doubting me. Bailee nodded, but I could see that she wasn’t convinced.

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

He asked looking at all three of them, Matteo was already at alert as he watched them too, he could tell Spade just looked relaxed, nothing about this confrontation was relaxing or even okay. "A surprise indeed" the police chief muttered before taking two steps closer to Spade, he watched his every move, waiting to see if he would react to anything done or said, he'd heard a lot about Spade, he'd never met him before but he was one of his greatest challenge since becoming the police chief, he was patiently waiting for the day where he'd have Spade at his mercy and that day was fast approaching, with the amount of information he was gathering on him, it wouldn't take long before he would pin

“I’m better off alone, and that's the real truth.” Before Bailey could open her mouth, my phone buzzed in my blazer pocket. I fished it out of the pocket and frowned when I saw the caller ID. It was Detective Matthew. I swiped right and put the phone to my ears. “Lachlan Mallory.” “Mr. Mallory…” Matthew began in his usual solemn voice. “How've you been?” I didn't know how to answer that but I knew I had to say something..I shot Bailey a look and she shook her head. Then she grabbed a coat on the rack and walked out of the room.

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

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

Harmony said, pulling Parker up: "Don't sit on the ground, be careful of catching a cold." On April 12th, the City C police received a report of a murder. The victim was Sofia Bailey, a 71-year-old resident of district XX in City C. She typically lived alone in her house, while her son and daughter-in-law operated a retail business elsewhere. Her grandson, Caradoc Bailey, was a second-year college student in the Ink Mountain district of City C.

for the better. Hair....check Makeup....check Nails....check Shoes and outfit...check Bailey had finally finished getting ready. Curling her hair and doing her makeup didn't take as long as she had hoped. "What the h*ll are you waiting on! Get up and come out here" Katrina says irratated. She was Bailey's motivation. She knew exactly how hard to push and when to back off. "Tough love B! Now get to work" she said. "You know me I don't like getting to know all these new people everynight! They get on my nerves" Bailey says looking at Katrina with a tiresome look. "Your beautiful stop acting like that!" she snapped "You are a freakin natural red head! Guys love redheads! Half these girls in thi

He assured her, "We've got the suspect in custody and they're being questioned by the police. I promise you and Jordan will get the full story. Just focus on getting better." Mr. Bailey had his team grab some takeout and left a guy to keep an eye on things before he dashed off. "Wait." Tisha's voice was raspy as she called out, "In the hotel, our room, check the second shelf of the bookcase for the antidote. You can use it to make that jerk spill the beans." "We've got a couple of our own guys at the hotel. Mr. Bailey, if you're heading out, bring them along. They're good at what they do and can keep you safe, even without me there."