Novel & Cerita Detective Chronicles

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

"Julian! Julian, you back here?" Tyra called out as she made her way through the halls of Wincott Investigations to the Para-Force offices in the back. She clutched a manila folder in her hands as she swung them back and forth in front of her as she pounded through the halls, her heels clicking on the beige tile floor. She kept her reddish hair cut short, the back barely touching the top of her pale neck. She was a slender woman, almost too thin in some people's opinion. Even her nose was thin, between her thin pale-red eyebrows. However, while some looked at her small, five-two frame and thought a good wind would blow her away, Tyra Pellington was scrappy in a fight and had helped the team

"What's this all about? We're your Mates. Talk to us." I let out a deep breath. "Daphne gave me a grimoire." "A what?" Elias asked. "A book of spells," Xander answered and then turned back at me. "Anyway," I continued, "it isn't my grimoire, but the grimoire containing the spells of the witches of my people." Elias nodded, rising from the bed. "Do you think there's a locator spell in there?" I shrugged. "I hope so. You two go to work, and I'll call you when I know something."

� 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩� � 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

"When you spend your life chasing pieces of your own story, you learn to organize chaos." Sarah couldn't argue with that. She had spent twenty years as an investigator. Rebecca had spent twenty-nine years investigating herself. Elias joined them a few minutes later. He looked tired but determined. Morales closed the conference room door. "No interruptions." The detective placed his notebook on the table. "I want everything you remember about Daniel Cross." Elias didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up Claire's locket again. His thumb brushed across the worn silver surface. "He wasn't just a doctor."

Mom looked at the TV while dad came to the living room and sat on the couch. "According to the senior officer Jacob Hernandez's speech, the killer cut the victim's hands and tainted his face badly. " "The dead body is almost unrecognizable. But monpura police are trying their best to find his identity. We haven't gotten any information from the forensic department yet." I gulped the lump in my throat. I had watched many Korean psycho thriller movies where psycho killers kill people horribly. But I never imagined something like that would happen one day in my town. That was horrendous.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

THE NEXT DAY NETHERLAND UNIVERSITY Lucy carried her backpack over her shoulder and walked into the lecture Hall lazily. The agency had prepared a fake identity as transfer student coming into the forensic department of Netherland university for her so that it will be easier for her to investigate and also because a huge number of the victims were somewhat related to the University. Lucy scanned the lecture Hall and found an empty seat at the back of the Hall and she went there quietly. The noise in the hall became louder as someone came in “Hey Williams “

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.