Novel & Cerita Detective Mike Norris

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

Like she didn't believe it. "Yes. Despite everything. All the lies. All the mistakes. I love you." She was crying now. He could hear it. "I love you too. God help me, I love you too." "Then we finish this together." "Together," she agreed. After they hung up, Nickey called the prosecutor. "Find Michael. Whatever it takes. I'm not making any deals." Two days later the police got a tip. Michael was spotted at a motel in Nevada. They moved in with a SWAT team.

the detective's voice jolted me out of my reverie and deep thoughts I had with myself. It was a difficult thing for me to do because all through my life my detective has never led me on a wrong path. All he wanted was for me to be safe by putting all his trust in me that I'd never do him any wrong by ghosting him but here I was standing in between taking that bold step. “Mike! Talk to me and let me know where the hell you are.” He coughed out his words relentlessly, “I need you to share with me your location and have me come there right away. I won't sit back here and watch…”

Mike pulled one of Cindy's index nails off. "I'll take this as a souvenir." Mike left with the nail pieces of his victim.

Mike Mollison, who changed his name to Mike Houston after Natalie's murder a few days ago, finally told her that someone had met him to ask for all the surveillance camera data on the theater building before Alicia and Nicholas arrived. "Can you describe his features?" asked Nicholas. "I think he was about the same height and build as you, detective," Mike said. "But I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask." He then looked at Alicia and made an expectant face. "Don't tell anyone about the money embezzlement, miss. Please." Nicholas and Alicia exchanged glances before Alicia finally asked another question. "If you can't see his face, is there something so unique about him? Maybe

“We just wasted our time coming here.” “Yeah I know, it’s kinda why we are here.” Mike scratched his five weeks old beard. “The investigators couldn’t find any trace of him. It looked like he vanished in thin air but there was only one camera that got a glimpse of him.” Orlando raised an eyebrow at his discovery.. “How sure are you it is him not she?” Orlando asked him. “Check the file you will see a photograph behind the papers.” Mike told him.

Mike after coming to his apartment got ready. He didn't bother to iron the shirt. He grabbed the first shirt he saw in his wardrobe. He skipped breakfast. He took his phone and left for the Forensic lab. As he reached the lab he saw Janice doing some tests. "Hey." Mike greeted her "Hey, I guess you didn't sleep much. The baggy eyes shows how sleep deprived are you." Janice said looking at Mike "Yeah." "I understand it's a big day for you where your innocence will be proved. Mary have worked really hard to make sure she can find the possible evidences and her hard work was fruitful. We were looking for fingerprints but got the cam footage. Isn't it wonderful."

“The investigators are currently looking for Mike. He was one of Cassie’s hired men. Once we find him, we might finally get a thread to pull. Something that leads us to wherever the hell Cassie is hiding.” And just as the words left his mouth, commotion broke near the station gates. “Sir!” one of the officers called. We turned sharply. Two officers were walking in, practically dragging someone between them. The guy was resisting, twisting in their grip like a slippery eel, muttering curses under his breath. Dickson narrowed his eyes. “Oh. Here he is.” Mike. The bastard who was helping Cassie according to Luther.. short buzzed hair, leather jacket, face scuffed from probably trying to run. Hi

TITAN HAYES I was about leaving the pack house when two detective accosted me. "Hello Sir, mind if we take some moment of your time? I’m detective Mike Ross, this is detective Alex Fowler" Mike Ross said stepping forward towards me. "Of course officers, I'll be glad to help" I said and relax my shoulders and brought my whole body in sync with my mind so as not give out non verbal signs.

“We will just have to bear.” Mike studied him for a moment before nodding. “I’ll get started as you instructed.” As Mike Alessandro headed towards his bedroom, he unlocked the door and entered. Alessandro removed his shirt and walked toward his desk. His muscles tensed as he reached for the hidden key under the drawer. Pulling it out, he unlocked the lowest drawer and retrieved an old file. He flipped it open, his eyes scanning the yellowed pages and faded photographs inside. The first was a picture of Vincent Morelli, much younger, standing beside a woman with dark hair and sad eyes.