Detective Mike Norris Novels & Stories

she asks, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. I pull out the file I received from Mrs. Hargrove and open it, revealing the details I’ve dissected. “It’s about Mike—his real identity.” Leslie leans closer, her expression shifting to one of alarm. “What do you mean?” “Mike used to be a child at an orphanage. I and Kian volunteered at the orphanage a while back and it is still operating. He was adopted at eighteen. I traced the people who adopted him. His real name is Joe,” I explain, watching as shock spreads across her face. “The family that adopted him…they were murdered by a mob boss about a month after he was adopted. The bodies were found in their home, but Mike was never there. He just di

How did all of this get so out of control? Two detectives came in. One was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. The other was probably in his early thirties. He could tell immediately that the older one would be playing the role of bad cop. He had a scowl on his face that was only partially hidden behind his bushy mustache. They both sat down across from Rome, and the old man shuffled a stack of papers loudly before he cleared his throat and said. “Mr. Verona, I’m Det. Michael Bassett. This is Det. Terry Short. We’re, uh, sorry about your friend. You were good friends with Mark Hutio. Is that right?”

Nicolas received a message from Detective Arron that the man had found some suspicious alibi evidence from some people Nicolas knew. Therefore, Nicolas asked Detective Arron to come again to his house to submit a direct and more detailed report. Detective Arron is a detective that Nicolas hired to help him investigate. Nicolas is Detective Arron's client. Detective Arron is a private detective that Nicolas rent. Nicolas is the CEO. Nicolas has a client who has been framed by someone, so he decided to check some alibi evidence of those people. After discovering that the alibi evidence was fake, he realized that he must find the real culprit that terrorized him.

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.

Well, that answers whether or not there are more like me. Examining every square inch of the warehouse, he found no trace of anyone, save the victims. He smelled fear and terror everywhere, which was mirrored by the expressions locked on their faces. Hmm, the oldest corpse is nine days old, and the newest is from yesterday. Whoever did it is probably still in town. Mike's investigation was cut short, when he heard cars nearing the building. Fuck. He leaped straight up and went back out through the same skylight. Watching from the rooftop, he saw it was the police. He listened to them.

Freddie sipped and sighed, then spoke straight to Alaric, "Micheal? Is that why you wouldn't take our side?" Nora looked confused as Alaric's eyes widened. He asked suspiciously, "How do you know about Mike?" "Who is Mike?" Nora asked, confused, not liking the fact that she was the only one who had no idea what was going on. But then it clicked, "Wait," She asked Alaric, "You can't possibly be talking about Micheal Gray by any chance?"

It was Mike's phone. My pupils shrank. No. That was impossible. I had gotten rid of it. My mind spun as I tried to recall how I had dealt with it. After Mike was dead, I pried that phone out of his stiff fingers, then I smashed it against the rocks and hurled it into the bottomless cliff. How the hell did they find it? - Alex set the phone on the table. "This phone," he said softly, "belonged to Mike. Our tech team worked hard and managed to recover the last recording stored inside."

NEW YORK POLICE HEADQUARTERS (NYPD) Michael Emerson is a detective who leads the NYPD's homicide division. He had just been promoted after solving a cold case that had gone unsolved for 20 years. A premeditated murder that apparently involved a famous conglomerate This time, Mike gets a murder case that actually looks simple. A CEO was shot dead in his home, and the identity of the killer has been confirmed.

His phone on his office desk rang and Mike picked it up to see it was the detective calling which made him hurry up to answer the call. “Hello. Any news on Ella?" Mike anxiously and urgently spoke. Detective James who was still driving replied. “Yes. I have just solved the case and I know who is responsible for your fiancée going missing." “I thought we already knew it's the Nigerian prince," Mike said, sounding confused. “No, we were being misled. The one responsible for the disappearance of your fiancée is.." The detective had not finished completing his sentence when a speeding truck from the intersection road came crashing into the side of his vehicle in full force; killing him at the sp