Detective Files 2 소설 & 이야기

As they lay tangled, sweat-drenched and silent, Lydia reached under the mattress where she’d noticed a strange bulge earlier. She pulled out a flash drive. Black. Unlabeled. Her eyes narrowed. Damian sat up, watching her too carefully. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” he said. Lydia slid off the bed and backed away, wrapping the silk sheet around her like armor. “Which means it’s the one thing I need to find.” The flash drive loaded. One file. “Project: EVE” She clicked. A video loaded. Grainy surveillance footage. Her. Weeks ago.

They exchanged a firm handshake and sat down. A server came over to get their order. Devon, needing to stay focused, asked for a simple black coffee. The detective, a man with a tired look in his eyes, ordered a beer. When the drinks arrived, the detective didn’t waste any time. He took a sip of his beer and placed a document on the table. It was a file, a very thick file, filled with details of everything he had requested about Clara, who was now Clarisse.

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

He spat as he took his seat in front of the detective who was busily working on some papers. "Good evening Lian," he dropped the pen on his desk as he lifted his head to face the person sitting in front of him. "Detective Robert here, how may I help you?" he clasped his hands on the table. "I'm here to file a case," said Lian as he reached out for his phone from his pocket. He searched for the video sent to him, clicked on it for it to play, and slowly pushed it towards the detective. Detective Robert glanced at him then at the phone and he picked it up. He watched keenly as everything unfolds before his eyes.

“ Pretty quick I see . “ said Massimo looking at the laptop . “ I have to be to finish the job . “ said Luna . “ From all the files , what did you conclude miss Luna ? “ asked Massimo . “ The evidence that we acquired from these cameras is enough to win the case . I have also asked Matteo to have someone participate as a witness to the case . As for the files , I couldn’t find anything that was very useful , just a bunch of information . “ said Luna looking at Massimo’s amused expression . “ What ? “ asked Massimo . “ Tell the truth . Did you know that those files weren’t important ? Did you give me all those files just to add more work to me ? “ said Luna looking at him displeased .

“It’s going nowhere.” Maya’s face softened slightly. Emma leaned back. “The evidence is disappearing.” Maya frowned. “What do you mean?” Emma laughed bitterly. “Footage missing. Files altered. Witness statements weaker than they were.” A pause. “The detective handling it…” She swallowed. “He’s been removed.” Maya blinked. “Removed?” Emma nodded. “Under review.” Maya’s brows pulled together. “That seems… convenient.” Emma let out a dry laugh. “It does.” Her phone buzzed.

I passed by Georgina's room and the door was slightly open. I was tempted to go in and snoop around a bit but I held myself back. 'Speaking of which, you haven't finished reading the file the detective sent.' Tania said. "True, I'll do it now," I told her. I entered my room and put on my laptop. When it finished starting up, I went to my files to look for the file. "No," I muttered as I tapped continuously on my mouse. "What?" Tania asked "The file, it's gone," I said and then a creepy smiley face came up on my laptop screen. I gasped as different colours popped up on the screen.

Layla added finally tossing the last file in front of us. I carefully examined all the files and slowly took the first one. The file which was containing the past accident of Layla's parent's case. I opened the file and discovered the pieces of news which were torn out from the newspaper. All the news had heading about detective's sudden accident, the tragic death of the detective working on main cases, the story of the accident and stuff like that.

Adrian stands near the glass observation window, his arms folded across his chest, watching everything. The fluorescent lights above us hum softly. My pulse hasn’t slowed since we left the pier. Marcus notices my silence. “You okay?” “I don’t know.” “That’s a fair answer.” I glance toward the glass. Victor sits on the other side of the table, looking exhausted but strangely calm. A detective slides a folder toward him. “We recovered files from your laptop.” Victor doesn’t react. The detective opens the folder. Photographs spill across the table. My breath catches. Even through the glass, I can recognize them. Images of me. Dozens of them.

“Uh, Frank Payne. Liam’s secretary.” The detective gave a slow nod. “Figured. You don’t look like a client. I'm Detective Hale.” Frank let out a nervous chuckle. “Uh… appreciate the hospitality.” The detective ignored him and turned to Liam. “I found some things,” he said, pushing a file across the table. Liam picked it up, flipping through the contents. “And?” The detective leaned back. “There’s barely anything on him. It’s like his past was wiped clean.”