Detective Matthews Novels & Stories

“What?” “I've spent weeks trying to figure out who has been manipulating our lives,” I continued. “I couldn't accuse anyone without proof, so I hired investigators together with my men.” Yulia's eyes widened. “You…what?” “I needed answers.” I pulled out my phone and sent a message. A few seconds later, Matthew entered with a tablet. Matthew stepped into the room carrying a tablet. Without saying a word, he connected it to the television mounted on the wall. The screen lit up. At the top appeared a timeline.

It cuts through the fog like a slow-moving ghost, its bright lights flashing across the silver water, illuminating every ripple and wave with surgical precision. Then, with trained accuracy, the divers fall backward into the sea. One after another — black figures slipping beneath the surface like shadows being erased. A few officers shift in place to watch. Everyone is already assuming what they’ll find. We all wait. Quietly. The silence seeps into your bones. The kind where you forget to breathe until someone else moves. “Hey,” a voice calls from behind us, breaking that. We turn. Detectives Matthew and Collin — both in department-issue jackets that try and fail to blend in. Matthew’s got a

I didn’t matter to her, because she refused to choose me. “I already told you,” she said softly. “I’m done with you, Matteo. After that stunt you pulled…” My vision filled with red while I stared at her and that ridiculous brown wig she was wearing. Unlike her usual designer attire, she’d opted for sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. Did she really think I wouldn’t recognize her? I could be blindfolded and I’d still spot her anywhere. And after scouring the earth for the past two weeks, descending into darkness as I worried myself sick about her, I was well beyond pissed off.

He said "Hello! How are things going at Ting Gap. I never would have thought that I would miss the place so much!" They greeted him warmly, and Debbie waved at him before leaving them to their business. She wanted to get back to her office, but also took a detour by the nursery, just to look in. They told Matthew all of what they had learned from the documents. Then asked him his opinion on what to do with the information. Matthew thought a few minutes, then said "Well, it does look suspicious. I would wager that those other three names are in on the plot. But how to get comfirmation of this will be the trick. But i will keep those names in mind when talking to Mr. Yates. He may let the odd

… Matthew POV Watching at the multiple screens as images and searches were popping up, my fingers were white from the firm grip that was on the empty chair in front of me. I watched Jeff as he was working his magic hoping we will find some clue. This morning phone call I have received was little to say shocking. Detective Moore called me to come to the station for a chat. I had no idea what to expect not even a slightest clue why he called me to “chat.” As I got to the police station he was already near the front clerk desk waiting for me. Shaking hands as we introduced each other, he led me to an interrogation room. Flashback of earlier that morning

“There was some evidence found linking Ms. Matthews to Jack Crawford’s illegal operations. They were partners.” “That’s impossible!” I snarl, my grip tightening around Dean. “She hasn’t been in the country for four years!” The officer smirks, a shade of satisfaction crossing his face. “We know. We’ve been searching for her, and you just brought her right back to us. Convenient, isn’t it?” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Dean is crying in my arms, his sobs wrenching and full of confusion. He looks up at me, his tear-streaked face full of questions I can’t answer.

A local number, but no one had my number except Colin. “Yeah?” I said cautiously. An exhale down the line. “It’s me,” Matthew said. “And before you ask, Dor can apparently hack the phone company with his brain, and no, I don’t know how, and yes, I realize this makes me look like a crazy stalker.” I let out a shaky laugh. Why did I suddenly feel like I could breathe again? “Are you a crazy stalker?” I meant it to sound teasing, but my voice faltered.

My anger was slowly dissipating but the expression on his face still annoyed me a little. Mathew lowered his eyes a little, this was the first time I saw him hesitating on something and it got me a little curious "I received a call this morning from one of our informants. There was a report of a lady that entered the country last month, she claimed to be searching for someone she met when she was younger so I asked a few men to watch her..." Beta Mathew paused and raised his head. He seemed to have resolved everything that was troubling him.

I stood and said Jasmine I will be back in few minutes and strode towards the private room. "Aaron,make sure no one I mean no one enters the room when I am discussing", I ordered him and opened the door, to discover the treasure I have been waiting forever when I got the news that Anna's death is not caused by accident but a planned murder, I appointed Mr.Matthew Roy a private investigator, to investigate regarding this mishap privately, he is the one I prefer when I want the things done secretly . "Good morning Sir", Matthew greeted me with a firm handshake which I reciprocated, not able to have formal conversation with him, I directly went to the point I appointed him.