Novel & Cerita Detective Mike Norris

Deep lines, wrinkles, creases that hadn't been there minutes ago. "No... this can't be happening!" She staggered back, ready to bolt—then stopped cold. Every camera was locked on her. Teeth clenched, she forced a smile. "That doesn't matter. What matters is solving the case!" She tried to rally. "The most distinct trait of the killer is his hands—" But before she could land the point, a reporter pushed through the crowd. "Breaking news! The Carmoria State Bureau of Investigation just caught the real killer!"

“Madam, a bottle of medicine was indeed found in Mr. Mike’s room. The police checked the powder in the bottle and it indeed contained the poison that caused your disfigurement. Mr. Mike’s fingerprints were the only fingerprints on the bottle… Do you want Mr. Mike to apologize to Mr. Howard so that the matter won’t blow up?” With that, the police officer walked down the stairs with an angry expression. In Mike’s room, there were poisons, medicine bottles, and a record of the evil plan in his phone. The purpose of his visit to Glass Manor was clearly written on it, as well as the steps to poison Gerald. Most importantly, Mike had orchestrated such an elaborate act. He had even called the polic

I open the door to find Mike with his pants down while a girl that barely looks legal gives him a blow job. The minute she notices me in the room, she scrambles to her feet. I hand her a hundred dollar bill and tell her to get out of the room and she quickly does that. “Who the hell are you?” Mike glares at me. “I'm about to be your worst nightmare if you don't tell me where Allison Reyner is.” I growl at him and I immediately see the guilt in his eyes.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. “ “Once again- great job. “ Declan headed away with the others and Mike remained alone. Jesse and Killian had left according to the plan. Mike lowered himself closer to the ground. It was covered in blood form Garrey’s shotgun wound. “I will take care of him, “Mike whispered, “You have my word, Garrey. And you’ll be buried, like you deserve. You didn’t die a traitor. You won’t be buried like one. “ Mike stayd like that for a while at the cold and dark port. The case was closed. And he had no idea what was to come form now on.

Mike looked up at her as she sat on the bed waiting for some kind of answer. "Sweetheart where is your phone?", Mike asked. "I left it in the car. I turned it off after the text message.", Lori responded as she looked at him. "Thank god she is sensible.", Mike thought to himself. "Good." "What if they put a tracker on her things?", Nevin asked. "We have nothing but the clothes we came with. Her stuff will only lead them to my place.", Mike said. "You are sure?", Nevin asked. "Positive. She was smart enough to turn off her phone on her own. I will bet she also checked her clothes before she put them on.", Mike said, and her eyes went wide, but she did nod. "She did."

Chapter 97: **Lucas** Just then, I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID—Detective Mike. Then I sighed, my eyes shifting back to Valerie. “Sorry, I have to take this.” She nodded, and I made my way outside the club to the parking lot, where it was quiet. "Mr. Stone, it's Detective Mike.” “I know,” I replied. “What's going on?” “You're off the suspect list for Layla's murder,” he confided.

Mike wink at Alex and both smirk. Mark felt goosebumps on his body, he turned around in fear looking at Mike. “Hmm, I think you are correct. If everybody is dead and only Mr. Mark Taylor is alive, then we can detain as a suspect of a serial killer.” “No, everyone is not dead, one person is alive.” “What?” Alex and Mike said in unison. “Yes, there was one more person.”

Mike always did this wherever he was, making it easier to detect anomalies if the primary surveillance camera malfunctioned or was sabotaged. His hazel eyes widened. On the screen, it was clear that Angie had been forcibly taken by a large man he didn’t recognise. He knew one thing for sure: such a build was only possessed by the organisation’s guards, and his suspicions might be correct—perhaps their sworn enemies were behind all of this. Mike called Greg, who arrived immediately. Greg listened to Mike's orders to prepare several people with sharpshooting skills. However, upon noticing the furious glint in Mike’s eyes, Greg hesitated to carry out the orders before learning what Mike planned

“They bounced it through multiple servers. The tech team is still working on it, but whoever it was knew exactly how to cover their tracks.” I clenched my jaw, my mind already racing through the possibilities. This wasn’t just a random break-in attempt—it was calculated. Deliberate. “Any suspects?” I asked. Neville hesitated. “There’s a name that keeps coming up.” I looked at him sharply. “Who?” “Michael.” The name didn’t mean much to me at first. But then I remembered. Sarah’s ex. Nora's biological father. I straightened. “What about him?”

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns