Detective Mike Norris Novels & Stories

Someone trying to put on a fucking eyesore to get a reaction. But who the fuck could it be? “Any sight of Lizzy?” “Not a damn thing,” Mike answers, swiping his sweaty forehead with his arm. “I talked to some folks around here. Nobody saw shit out of nowhere.” I scoff. “What the hell? A damn cop family gets targeted, and suddenly everyone’s blind?”

he asked. “Yes, he was one of the boys whose corpse was missing in the morgue.” “Oh shit! What the hell is going…” Detective White’s words were interrupted as Mike moved faster than the eye could see. He grabbed Detective White and lifted him above the ground. “Mike, don’t do this, let him go!” Jane pleads. She didn’t want to engage because her sonic scream could also hit Detective White.

he called me. "Are you ok?" he scanned me from top to bottom in a quick glance. I felt a tingling in my stomach. I just nodded at him. "Sit!" he showed me an empty chair. "This is Mike. He is kinda a detective! He is working for me to find what is happening with the orphanage. Everything that is happening around us is related to that. But that is not the whole story." he stopped and looked at Mike. His look at me says I am a stranger to him now. It pierces my heart and wounds me more than you can imagine. But now after all I have done, I think I deserve this excruciating pain. I let it slide and started listening to him.

"If she dares to play games with me and uses my name as a shield for another man, I’ll make sure she never works in any industry for the rest of her life!" ​I smile thinly. A sharp, cold smile. My plan is moving along perfectly. Mike is hunting ghosts, looking for a traitor behind his assistant’s desk, unaware that the real enemy just called and said goodnight a few hours ago. His paranoia is my deadliest weapon. ​Bzzzt... Bzzzt... ​My phone lying on the table vibrates, casting a blue light that dances across the ceiling. An official notification appears on the screen. ​Sender: HRD - Onyx Group

Three days later, my phone rang again. It was the detective. “Mr. Parker,” he said, his tone more alert this time. “We have a new lead.” I stood immediately. “Go on.” “We’ve been analyzing the CCTV from around the warehouse. We’ve identified a man who appeared near the area several times in the days leading up to the fire. We ran facial recognition and cross-referenced it with past criminal records.” He paused. “His name is Mike.” The name hit me like a punch. “Who is he?”

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

"See, I told you, she doesn't know what she's talking about. That Niall Davis has always been a prissy one, no way in hell would he be caught dead rolling around in that old broken down old barn." Detective Sparks' mind was already working. She knew that both Niall Davis and Riley O'Rourke drove cars with tinted windows, but so did a few others in the town. It was something to look into. "Thank you very much ladies, we'll be off now." "Did we help any Celia, officer Bailey?" Mrs. Connors called after their retreating backs. "You certainly have, thanks again, and if you think of anything else please give us a call."

Mike was being a little too unrealistic and reckless with the issue at hand. "Sir, you really don't think she would find him?" "She can't. He's not in Wisconsin, and she's not some high profile criminal with the skills to find him." Mike replied curtly, shutting the laptop close. He stood up and reached out to the large bar at the far right of the office, towering over every other piece of furniture that sat in the space. He drew out a half empty bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass. He returned it to its position and walked away, over to the glass wall whose curtains had been pulled sideways. Adonis watched his form turned back against him, perhaps raising the glass to his lips.

"I need your assistance. My friend Nora is missing, and I'm deeply concerned for her well-being. I believe she may be in danger." The officer, Detective Anderson, took note of Ned's distressed state and the urgency in his voice. He nodded as he watched his lips moved, he offered him a seat but Ned preferred to stand. "I understand your concern, Mr. Ned. We take cases like this seriously. Please provide me with all the details you have, and we'll do everything we can to locate Nora and ensure her safety." Ned took a deep breath, his mind filled with memories of Nora and their shared moments together. He recounted the events leading up to Nora's disappearance, including his suspicions about Ry

He was nervous about meeting Kath again, but this anxiety was eclipsed by the excitement of finally having the chance to hug her again. Mike told Harry absolutely everything that had happened, from the moment the Gleizers entered the police station, after having managed to escape from Timothy, to the discovery of Timothy's death, probably eliminated by former partners in crime, according to preliminary investigations. He also explained that he would take him to his fiancée, so that they could spend some time together, before her official return, which would have to be accompanied by many explanations to the press, since no one can just come back from the dead overnight.