Detective Files 2 Novels & Stories

A ripple moved through the room. Subtle. But sharp. Liora stood unmoving. Her face composed. But her eyes— watched everything. Kael stepped forward again. Nicole instinctively stepped back. “Second question.” His tone shifted. Sharper. Colder. “The file you accuse her of leaking.” A pause. “What was its version ID?” Nicole’s fingers curled. “V-Version 3.2,” she said. “The final draft.” Kael tilted his head slightly. Then stepped closer.

“And when you’re done, you tell me everything you know about everything… or you and your guard dog will sleep in a cell.” I nodded slowly, choosing to ignore his vain threat. Even though my pulse skipped and my fingers trembled with the fear of what I might find. The hesitation only lasted a second before I snatched the papers from Solomon, passing the first three to Marcus. “Dig in,” I muttered, hands already skimming through the files in front of me. Paper shifted. Pages turned. The detective watched without a word as I went through layers and layers of information. Each one deeper than the other. Phone call records, arrest warrants, surveillance, evidence gathered…. Everything from the la

accessed and transferred to me. The victim couldn't have died twice... so... Someone for some reason preserved the first files containing the true date and, best of all... a note from the analysis of the detectives who started the case. But this last detail she was unable to recover. After making the comparison... bingo! Someone, for some reason, camouflaged or hid the files as new and, to do so... changed the dates!”, she says excitedly.

We all came around him to have a look at what could be inside this file so he went ahead and clicked it open. The file opened and it became a folder for a couple of pictures and a video. Detective then clicked open a picture and it showed a photo of an ordinary art piece, he clicked another one and it showed a photo of me by our front yard with a big smile, he clicked another one and it showed a picture of an unfinished canvas with a couple of supplies by the side. Detective Garrett continued clicking open the pictures of other memories of my parents until he clicked open one and it showed a photo of Mr Blackwood front house.

Detective Jayden is a perfectionism man in another level. Almost become a pair with my beloved Terrence, anyway. “Turn out that’s the truth, as I expected before, anyway.” I’m scoffed. “By the way, why did you visit me in such early morning. Even the rooster hadn’t been spoke up. Did you find another evidence? I’m still trying to find the last driver files and—” “Here you go, Mr. Hamilton.” I take some tangled files for him. Detective Jayden seemed shock. He’s holding the files in shivering hands. He’s more shocked when he read its contents. He’s body shivering like he had been saw a fucking monster and holy demon.

Every sound made me glance toward my phone, waiting for news. Finally, it rang. I answered immediately. "Jackson." My investigator spoke without wasting time. "We've got something." I stood up. "Tell me." "We haven't found proof of corruption." "But?" "There is one detective." I grabbed a pen. "What’s his name?" "Detective Lewis Grant." I wrote it down. "What's unusual about him?" "He repeatedly accessed files unrelated to his assignment." My grip tightened around the pen. "What files?" "The café meeting." I exchanged a glance with Adeline.

Kaizen quietly stepped outside, gently pulling the door closed behind him going back to meet the detective. Waiting in the corridor were Detective Rowan and two officers, the detective looked as though he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles framed his eyes, and a thick investigation file rested beneath his arm. Kaizen spoke first… "You found something?" Rowan remained silent for several seconds before extending the file toward him. "We found..." He hesitated. "...almost nothing." Kaizen frowned. "What do you mean 'almost'?" The detective opened the file, and several photographs were clipped inside. The cafeteria, Nyra's overturned tray, the burnt chair, yellow police markers….Rows of students

The following morning brought unexpected news. The detective leading the case requested a private meeting. The seriousness of his tone immediately raised alarm bells. Jessica and Henri exchanged a glance as the officer closed the hospital room door behind him. No one spoke. Waiting. Listening. Preparing. The detective opened a file. Inside were several photographs. Documents. Statements. Evidence. More than Jessica had expected. Far more. "We've been reviewing Mr Marchand's history." The detective's expression remained professional. Careful. "Some information has recently come to light."

"That's why I'm going to show you something." I pulled out a brown file, setting it on the table with a cold look. " To better understand, i think it's best if you took these." Detective Davis reached out for the file, his brows tightly furrowed as he cast a few uncertain yet piqued glances at me. "If you don't want this, it's also fine. I can always take it back." - I stretched out my hands, trying to take back the bulk file. "No, it's fine." - He grabbed the file off the table, leaving me with a smile - you can always count on a detective's curiosity to save the day.

Dominic’s POV The hard drives hum like heartbeats in the night. I sit cross-legged on the concrete floor of my garage, the vault’s contents spread around me like the remains of a body picked apart for truth. My laptop’s blue glow cuts through the dark but my hands are trembling with sweat. The files are endless of encrypted folders, logs, lab results, fragments of data that read like code and confession. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, evidence or a ghost. Then I find it. A single file labeled “AUDIO-0712-E”.