Detective Conan Bourbon Novels & Stories

Weird to see Nolan and Diana being friendly; they’d only ever barely tolerated each other before. “Hey, Nate, what was that bourbon you wanted me to try?” Nolan asked a few seconds later. “Oh, it’s behind the bar. Let me go with you to show you. I brought it back from my trip to Kentucky. There are only a hundred cases of it produced a year. You’re lucky that I . . .” As they walked away, Nolan turned back to her and winked. She turned to Avon to make fun of Nate, but his mind was elsewhere.

Detective O'Connell looked somewhat in his middle forties, his golden eyes matching his brown hair, his lack of a wedding ring normal for someone with his type of duties. He had probably been a fine man in his youth "Miss Paul", Detective O'Connell said as I sat up on the bed with the help of Sacha. I had been wondering when the police were going to show. "We won't take much of your time now". "This is Detective Conan with me", O'Connell introduced, pointing to the younger looking man behind him who nodded at me. "We'll just take your statement, ask a few questions and we'll be out of your hair".