Detective Files 2 Novels & Stories

He looked around to see if anything like that would show up, but they were no pictures anywhere. This was definitely odd. There was something here, he could sense it, and it had nothing to do with being a wolf or not. This was his detective instinct at play. He opened the file and studied the content. The file according to those who had recorded this, belonged to some weird couple who had looked rich enough to care for their kids but said that they couldn’t. Whoever had recorded this must have thought it weird because that would be when they wrote this and attached it to the file.

she asked, her voice quivering. The detective slid a file across the table, revealing a series of photographs. Emma's eyes widened with horror as she took in the images: a blood-smeared knife, a torn piece of fabric, and a diary with pages ripped out. "These were concealed in a location that only you could access," the detective stated gravely. "Care to enlighten us?" A wave of thoughts flooded Emma's mind. She had never seen these items before, but their implications were clear. Mr. Ethan, or whoever he was that set her up, was doing a remarkable job of it.

“Ahh~ So much fun happening in that place yet I can’t go yet.” “Hang in there, our precious heir.” Meanwhile, at the mansion, in detective Val’s guest room, someone was unlocking the detective’s laptop. “22212,” that person mumbled. As soon as that person opened the laptop, that person saw the word document is opened. That person opened it and read, “Hmm, that’s all?” That person smirked and closed the laptop before putting it back. Nothing was erased at all. “And here I thought something excited I would find, that just the detective being incompetent.”

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

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

The detective’s curiosity was piqued as he eyed the device, prompting him to inquire about its contents. “What is this?” Garcia questioned, his gaze shifting from the USB to Scarlet in anticipation of her response. Scarlet’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she explained the significance of the files stored on the USB. “This, Detective, contains copies of conversations between Isabella, Henry Jones, and Emily Jones on separate occasions,” she revealed. His interest was piqued as he reached for the USB. “What do these conversations entail, Mrs. Marchetti?”

The Commissioner rushed to offer him coffee. ‎ ‎"Not in the mood for coffee," Dimitri said coldly. "Get straight to the point." ‎ ‎The Commissioner quickly brought in some papers and a screen. "An issue came up yesterday. I assigned two detectives to a case in another town. That's when we got hints that the file might still be somewhere here in Lilliton. And it's with a person." ‎ ‎Dimitri's blood ran cold. "That's impossible. The file was burned down in my presence twenty years ago. I watched it burn."

"I don't know. But my mother died twenty-five years ago. If someone has information…" "Then they can send it through official channels. Not anonymously. Not now. Not right after you humiliated Claire in court." Damian took the USB from me. "Let me have it checked first." An hour later, his cybersecurity specialist called. "It's clean. No malware. Just files. Lots of files." "What kind of files?" Damian asked. "Documents. Photos. Audio recordings. Some kind of investigation materials." Damian looked at me. "Your call. Do you want to see what's on it?"

“You want them to find that drive?” His words cut because they’re true. We find a 24-hour diner off the highway. Its neon sign flickers like a dying heartbeat. Inside, the smell of fried food and stale coffee wraps around us. We slide into a back booth. I open my laptop with trembling hands and insert the flash drive. A single encrypted folder appears. Password protected. Damien leans over my shoulder. “Try a date.” I type 0607 and the folder unlocks. Dozens of files spill onto the screen, spreadsheets, invoices, offshore bank statements. At the top, a video file marked Midnight Truth.

I rubbed it against her messy pussy. Then my phone rang again. A different number this time. Unknown. I answered it while I pushed back inside Madison. “Hello?” A man’s voice I didn’t recognize came through. “Mr. Kane? This is Detective Harris. We need to talk about some files we found on an old hard drive. Related to your… previous work.” Madison’s eyes went wide. I kept fucking her slow, hand over her mouth. “Tomorrow,” I said into the phone. “I will come in tomorrow.”