Detective Mike Norris Novels & Stories

"Many will remember the body of a man that was found by a natural gas crew laying new pipeline earlier this year. News Center can exclusively reveal that man's name and who is taking credit for the murder." On screen, Meredith stalled and took a deep breath. This had all seemed so easy when she was researching and writing it. Now, she felt as if her heart was about to beat out of her chest, and she had a bull's-eye painted in the middle of her forehead. Her hands shook as she shuffled her paperwork, and it was on the tip of her tongue to lie about the information she had sitting in front of her. No one would know, she argued with herself. But it was her job to be truthful and to report the n

“Who?” “Lorenzo. Mikey.” I closed my eyes. My jaw clenched. “Where?” “Broad daylight. Mid drop. Clean kill shots. No mess, no hesitation.” I rubbed my forehead. Mikey had just shown me pictures of his kid last week. Wouldn’t shut up about how she giggled when she saw his beard. “Any suspects?” “Looks like a tip-off. We’re pulling camera feeds. Someone sold us out.” I walked back to my desk and slammed the glass down—not hard enough to shatter, just enough to feel the jolt in my hand.

Casie felt the weight of both men's attention, the careful balance she'd maintained for ten years finally reaching its breaking point. "I'll explain on the way," she said, making a decision that would change everything. "But right now, we have a potential victim to protect." Rick's phone buzzed as they headed for the elevator. His face went pale as he read the message. "Mason Reeves didn't show up for work today," he said. "His assistant found blood in his apartment." The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, sealing them in with the weight of their failure. They were already too late.

Rick, who had taken Lily away, had caught Mike off-guard, quickly sending Mike into a spiral. Mike only remembered the “boss” was still locked inside the secret room while returning to the research base. Mike had planned to find an opportunity to move the boss out, but now it seemed no one cared about the boss. However, it was a good chance for Mike to gamble. He wanted to see if this vicious man, who the organization had already discarded, would still be as arrogant, fearful, or angry. Mike also wanted to see if there was a chance he could discover Nick's whereabouts.

But she and Kitt used to be friends before, until they met me and the three of us became friends. "Kitt, Is there any news on the murder case of a woman last week? Who's working on it?" I asked Kitt. "Oh, Mike is the lead Detective assigned to that case. But until now there is no evidence yet to point to the culprit," answered Kitt, who didn't even bother to look at me because she was busy fiddling with her computer. That one is hardworking.

Alpha Damien felt a cold wave of anger wash over him when the guards reported that Mike had vanished without a trace. There was a feeling of unrest in the room as pieces of information came through. "Alpha," Alfred began, his voice laced with frustration and concern, "we searched Mike's residence thoroughly. There was nothing left—no personal items, no signs of a struggle, nothing. It's as if he vanished into thin air. We spoke to the neighbors, and they mentioned seeing him moving things out of his apartment over the past week. But for the last two days, he’s been completely off the radar. No one’s seen or heard from him."

“Your father, Elliot Jones, killed Neil.” I wait for him to smirk, to laugh. To tell me this is just another lie he’s woven up to throw me off track. To distract me from the bad he has done to me. But Mike doesn’t falter. I shouldn’t believe it, but somehow it makes sense. I don’t understand why or how, but it feels like he’s given me the last missing piece of the puzzle, and now I have the full picture.

He snapped his fingers and said, “Prepare the car. We’re going to the Norrises. “Remember to clean the scene and make sure you leave no clue of what happened here. Also, bury our dead brothers. Every person’s family will receive two million as compensation!” “Yes, Mr. Collins!” Soon, dozens of men began cleaning up the scene, and no trace was left behind. … At the gates of Norris Villa, Quinn hung up and said to everyone, “I’ve already contacted the Kingpin. He’ll be here soon.” Everyone was delighted to hear that. They would find out very soon who was the fraud.

The atmosphere was heavy with tension as Mike, Leo, and Ryan assembled around the table cluttered with maps, surveillance images, and notes. They successfully located one of Uncle Nick’s nearest associates—a man called Victor Malone, a past partner of Adrian’s who had recently lost his standing. Thanks to Victor's cautious yet significant information, they gained a new insight into what could be happening behind Adrian's barriers.

As the supposed culprit, I had no idea about any of this. Abruptly, a spotlight turned on as we scanned the crowd. “Here!” called a voice near the back left. The spotlight landed on the department director. “Needy's claim about me and Rory is truly absurd," Mike retorted. "I was up late last night grading papers until the early hours of the morning. Anyone can verify that or can ask my wife. There's nothing inappropriate between Rory and me. I am married and have had no involvement with this girl,” Mike called out.