Detective Mike Norris Novels & Stories

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

Elena had the phone back to her ear before Sarah finished talking, calling the contact back, telling him to hurry. He arrived in forty minutes. A man in a dark coat, no wasted motion, straight through the door. He looked at the group, then at Nora. "You're Nora Bishop." "Yes." "Detective Marcus Webb. No relation to your lawyer." "You know about the network?" "I've been building this case for years. Waiting for someone to bring me something real." Nora held out the recorder. He took it. "Everything's on there," she said. "Hart. The families. The whole operation. His own voice saying it."

“You picked me up from her place, Ben. Don’t act like you don’t already know.” He raised both hands. “Didn’t say a word. Just… you’re glowing, sir. That’s all.” I smirked. “Shut up and sit down.” He grinned and sat in the chair across from me. "Did you find anything on Officer Mike?” I asked, lowering my voice. Ben’s face turned serious. “I ran what I could. His record’s clean. No complaints. No red flags. Military background, then a switch to local PD. Been in the system nearly five years.”

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?”

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

"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.

Spade still wasn't satisfied with just telling his men to keep an eye out for Nate, he'd called a few allies whom were still loyal to him, to look into it, like Carlos, he'd asked the police to look at missing person's cases and any unusual activity around town He'd also had Matteo look at the CCTV in Nate's apartment, they'd gone through it so many times but there was nothing, all they got was Nate leaving his apartment that night and that was it, he didn't come back. Spade was already frustrated and so fucking angry, he hoped no one got into it with him today, because he would take out his anger on them