Detective Mike Norris Novels & Stories

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.

sir the test results shows that the fingerprint belongs to Eric tovell" detective mike announced interupting Emily's report "guys guess we have one step to our first suspect" Mr Williams said and I sighed.

She pressed her forehead to Vivian’s clammy hand and whispered, “I’ll fix this. I promise. I’ll find them. I’ll prove you didn’t do this. I’ll make them answer for it.” Anna’s phone buzzed inside her handbag. She quickly reached for it and glanced at the screen. It was the private detective she had hired to investigate Nora’s death. “I’ll be right back, I need to take this,” she said, rising from her seat and stepping out into the quiet corridor. She pressed the green button. “Yes, Detective, what did you find?” “Nora was, in fact, an Ivy League college student,” Detective Rick’s voice came through the line, calm but deliberate. “But here’s where it gets strange. She never borrowed money fro

Right then, Mike, his personal bodyguard, approached him, a serious expression etched on his face. "Sir, my report," Mike said, his voice low. "I've been investigating Olivia's case as insturcted, and I'm convinced she was framed." Jared's eyes narrowed when he heard that, not that he didn't know, he just needed to be sure. It sent his mind racing with the implications. But before he could respond, two darts laced with some poison hurtled towards them with supersonic speed. One struck Mike in the neck, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious within same second of impact.

Mike looked at the document in Jessica’s hand, “You can keep it. Call me if you have any question. By the way, Miss Hughes, it is not good idea to judge people by their appearances. What a private detective needs is sharp insight instead of age.” Mike stood up and left with an imperious look on his baby face. If it weren’t for the investigation of Zayden Collins, he wouldn’t have bothered to take the case. Just as people say, actresses are two-faced creatures. Jessica Hughes is very annoying. He went out of the cafe, put his hand on his forehead, and looked up at the sky. What a fine say today! It’s a good time for a surprising encounter. **** “We can stop by the supermarket to buy some food

" Diandra nodded and agreed with what Zella said. She was amazed at how Mikequel Christopher's murders worked; how could they accuse Mike of murder? Even though Mike has no evidence of committing murder. Of course, the families of the victims They said that Mike had been close to their daughter, but unfortunately, no one could put Mike away or seek justice for murder. Mike's family seems good at covering up their son's scandals. ****** "What's your name?" The cute-looking, handsome face attracted the young woman. "Call me Mike or Mikey." The man caressed the face of the young woman, who had been driving him crazy for the past few days. "Mikey?" The woman stroked Mike's chest. "I want to be a

He paced his small living room, his hands jammed into his pockets. "Listen to me, Liam," Mike said, stopping in front of me. "You did the right thing coming here. Alone. You’ve been carrying this like it’s a sin, but it’s a crime; and it’s a crime being committed—against you. I’m calling a detective I know. We aren't paying him. We’re setting a trap. Wherever he wants to meet tomorrow, I’ll be there. We’re going to catch him in the act of extortion."

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

I placed her gently to search for a blanket and covered her with it. I picked up my phone, I had an assassin to catch. "Mike, I need you to speed things up. Dig up everything you can, look into anything you feel is suspicious, don't overlook anything at all, find me that assassin and find me his boss," I ordered. "Yes boss," Mike replied. Mike was reliable, he was one of the best hackers, he worked with the CIA before he was framed and discarded. Their trash had become my jewel. I turned to look at Nyla's innocent face as she slept, she had gone through things she didn't deserve in the slightest. She hadn't done anything to deserve this life. If anything she deserves the best thing of the wo

And I have also heard that he is getting engaged today. The detective was silent after he narrated his findings to Nicholas and waited for Nicholas to speak he was very impressed with that detective as it had been less than 24 hours since he has asked him to investigate Mike. But he managed to find so much information in such a short period. " You have done a great job, Mr. Ashton. No wonder you are the most famous detective in New York. I will transfer the rest amount to your account right now." Nicholas praised him genuinely and hung up the phone after being thanked by the detective.