Detective Files 2 Novels & Stories

"There is something underneath the Absence. Something that was already locked in when the Absence was put to sleep. And the Absence is not afraid of waking up. She is afraid of what wakes up after her." "Boss!" Aaliyah's voice cracked through from Sterling Tower, raw with a fear that Jack had never heard from the young hacker. "The decrypting file just split! It is not one file anymore! There is a second file underneath the first! Decompression of file one is at forty-one percent. Decompression of file two just appeared on my monitors at..." She stopped. "At what, Aaliyah?" "Eighty-nine percent." Jack's blood turned to ice water. The second file, the thing underneath the Absence, was almost

He states firmly, his gaze darting between me and Alessandro. Alessandro rises to his feet. “you have my word, detective.” Extending his hand out for the detective to shake. The detective placed his hand in Alessandros’ and gives it a firm shake. “You will hear from me again.” He says as he looks at me and bows his head. We wait for Viktor to show the detective out before we openly talk. “You can wipe that worried look off your face, amore mio. The detective will not find anything that will link Joel to the house fire. I've also erased your file from their servers.” He exhales, helping me to my feet, and he leads me into the living room.

Maybe there was something she had missed in her haste. She clicked on random folders, skimming through game files and useless photos. However, on the D: drive, hidden inside a system folder, she found something. A folder curiously named: “Important Secrets - DO NOT DELETE.” Helena's heart raced. What would a worm like Michel Jones consider an important secret? Maybe this guy had hidden some extra evidence against Camila and hadn't told her out of fear? She double-clicked on the folder. There were several video files inside. The thumbnails were dark, difficult to decipher.

A buzzing sound of a phone made scarlet startle, she looked to her side and saw a phone on vibration. After three rings, it beep signifying a message. Wondering who owns the phone, she decided to check out the unread message after making sure that no one was close by. It reads. 'Agent Dennis I was just calling to inform you that I've sent some files to your PC,it entails the fake names of this unknown assasin. Some are female and some are male, just work on them tonight for possible linkage to this assasin"

Broken research logs. Many of them were unreadable. He clicked the first video file. The screen flickered before freezing. FILE ERROR — DATA CORRUPTED Damian tried another. The same result. And another. Corrupted. Destroyed. The fire had done its work well. He moved down the list slowly, opening each file one by one. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Until one entry caught his attention. It was buried near the bottom of the archive. Unlike the others, the file icon appeared intact.

I quickly grabbed the hard drive, connectef to the tig, and the next, I yanked it free. The lights in tbd room came alive all at once,then, suddenly, half dark. Alarms began humming, not loud enough to attract attention, just building momentum. By now, the system wasn't detecting me anymore. It had started responding. I watched to see the word ZERO starting to distort, reformed, a d the next thing, it split into multiple entries. I could see different timestamps, different locations, and each of them with a completely strange names. No. Those were not names actually. They were targets. I could sense it already that what I had with me wasn't a file, but a list.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

Amber teased, "No, you are not listening, there is a file here... Binns named it W.I.K.D," I gazed at them, as they exchanged intense glares, we all were thinking the same thing, why is there a file named W.I.K.D on the detective's laptop Hurrying over, Al scrolled the arrow over to the file, tapping on it twice, but all we saw was darkness, "What do you think it is?" Amber whispered, "Maybe it's a top-secret—"

Two women in police uniforms stepped in, carrying a bundle of blue spiral files. Taking the files from them, he returned to his chair and closed the door once again. The detective smirked boldly. “I don’t make baseless accusations, Ms. Harrington,” he spat. “I work with facts!” he declared.

But one folder stood out—it was red and labeled "Helicopter." When the detective opened the folder, he found the evidence that had disappeared from the investigation, various notes with names and phone numbers and messages, deposit receipts, and a flash drive. I took the device and plugged it into the computer. There was only one file on it titled "Johnson"—it was a video, and I played it.