Detective Conan Bourbon Novels & Stories

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

Inside the shrine, Lucien got a fire going with damp pine kindling and profanity. Cassian sat heavily against a cracked pillar near the flames. Lyra knelt beside the packs and unpacked bandages. Cassian saw them. “No.” “Yes.” “I’m fine.” Lucien snorted from the fire. “You left blood on your saddle.” Cassian glared. Lucien fed another branch into the flames. “Very dramatic, though.” Lyra crossed the shrine with clean cloth and a flask of boiled spirits. Cassian leaned his head back against stone.

"Wanna talk about it?" I shake my head. "Well..." Bonnie says "I brought some pre drinks for when we got there but I think you can start now" she leans over into the back rummaging around and pulls out a bottle of vodka. She opens it and takes a swig "That'll put hairs on your chest" she shudders as she passes the bottle to me. I smile and take the bottle taking a drink. "Hey Bonnie" "Yeah" she says starting the car "Have you ever seen a wolf?"

I see a fresh glass on the table so I grab it and push the whole thing into my mouth. I spot a second bottle of bourbon sitting there because the first one is empty, but I don't give a fuck where it came from. I pour myself another one and my hand is a little unsteady. I bring it to my lips and drink half of it in one go before I can even taste it. “Whoa, whoa, man. Easy.” Leonardo’s hand lands on my forearm like he’s trying to lower the glass. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my arm away from him.

For days I have waited for his return, now that's his back am lost of words. Taking a bowl and a towel, i fill the bowl with a warm water, squatting down Infront of him, he mirror my actions with frown brows. Soaking the towel, I bring the towel to his chest, dry blood covers his skin, the nagging thought of some of it isn't his, makes my hand shake lightly. Drenching the fabric and squeezing it simultaneously, the droplet of blood covers the surface of the water, repeating the action several times. "There are not all my blood" his words startles me, pausing momentarily. He confirms my suspicion. The silence seems to drag on as he waits for me to speak.

When he did, his brown eyes went wide. “Lucien!” The brandy-filled glass sagged in Mario’s hand. Lucien’s gaze flicked rapidly to the singular bottle sitting on the counter—Cognac Dudognon Héritage, an item from the private stock in his office. Lucien tossed the polo mallet he’d been carrying on the mahogany bar, the sound of it ringing in the air like a remonstrance.

Torento's birthday was today and he wasn't even downstairs to attend his own party, he had been in a really sour mood lately, and even Terry was now avoiding him. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly. "Come in!" He heard Torento shout from inside. He hurried into the room, closing the door behind him. Torento was holding an empty glass in his hand, raised to hit whoever came to disturb him. He sighed when he saw it was Terry and threw the glass cup at another corner. Terry jumped as the glass shattered. "What have you brought for me Terry?" "We have found the Location of Amanda, the boys want to know the next action," Terry said.

I must’ve wrinkled my nose, because Lorenzo flashed his teeth and let out a string of warm laughter. “You got a grudge against bourbon?” “I’ve done this awhile now, and in my experience only old men drink bourbon.” I shrugged, opting for honesty over a frilly lie. Something told me this guy would appreciate that more. Sure enough, Lorenzo tipped his head back and laughed like I said something truly hilarious. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. Can’t say you’re wrong, though. Bourbon is all my father drinks and he’s definitely an old man.” He winked.

It looked like something from an architectural magazine, beautiful but untouched by human presence. "This is your home?" I asked, setting down my bag as I thought about the large mansion I had been to the other day. "One of them," Dante replied as he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a chair. "I have properties throughout the city." "Of course you do," I muttered. He poured two glasses of amber liquid from a crystal decanter, offering one to me. I hesitated as I decided whether to take it or not. "It's just bourbon," he said when he noticed my wariness. "If I wanted to drug you, I wouldn't need to be so subtle."