Detective Miller Novels & Stories

There's no way I'm letting those bastards get away with toying with me. A knock on my door stopped any further thoughts. I opened. There he stood, topless... wearing a pair of tailored slacks. A towel slung over his head. But my gaze was settled where tiny droplets pooled together between his abs. They were so ripped, you could easily count them. Much less, trace them with your fingers. “Aria!” “Hmmm? What is it?” “Have you been listening to anything I said?” he gave me a look, but decided to repeat it anyways. “Detective Miller will be here today, to conduct an investigation regarding Rhea's case. She has a lead.”

And about facing the possibility that someone he had trusted for years had betrayed him in the worst way. Detective Miller was waiting inside, near the front counter, his face unreadable. He gave a short nod. “Thanks for coming.” Aaron didn’t waste time with greetings. “You said you had big news. Hart—what did he say?” Miller didn’t speak right away. He motioned for Aaron to follow him down the hallway, past glass-walled offices and bulletin boards littered with mugshots and case files. They reached Miller’s office, and the door clicked shut behind them.

This was Miller, the most expensive private investigator in the tri-state area. He was a man who specialized in finding the secrets people buried in the deepest parts of the ocean. He looked pale. His hands were empty. "Well?" I demanded, leaning forward. "Who is she with? Who is the man in the Phantom? Give me a name, Miller. Give me something I can break." Miller didn't sit down. He stood by the door as if he were ready to bolt. "Mr. Knight... I’m returning your retainer. All of it."

I look down at him, and the calm expression on his face makes my chest ache. "Mr. Miller," Detective Lin prompts again, his voice dropping into a demanding tone that cuts through the sterile air like a blade. He takes another step forward, his leather boots thudding heavily against the industrial tiles. "We need a name. If this woman is actively tracking your movements, we need to put an identification flag out to every unit in the city immediately." Eli is the one who breaks. He lets out a sharp, ragged breath that sounds almost like a growl, his fists curling into tight white knots at his sides as he steps around the wheelchair Liz brought in.

They all ate their food in silence and all the while, Robin couldn't help but notice Drew's burning haze on her as she ate, so she decided to avoid meeting his eyes and pinned all her attention on her pizza slice. After they had all eaten, Miller cleared his throat dramatically and started, "So as I said already, I have the feeling that the culprit is a female and is probably doing this out of spite or under the instructions of someone. So I will simply hack into the account used in the post and get the contact details and..." "What? No you will not, I think that is just going too far," Evans protested. "Can you be silent while the master speaks?" Miller asked in a fake annoyed tone. He coul

"If that's what you think, forget it. I don't need charity, and I don't need your pity. But what I won't allow is you judging me." "I'm not judging you. Besides, I could forget the case," he says slowly. "I already did years ago. I'm only here because my son needs closure. But I can help you, whether you solve the case or not. Every traitor and cheater deserves to be taught a lesson." "No." I shake my head. "I will work for the money. I will take this case up, I'll find the murderer." His mouth curves into a bitter smile. "Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good."

I asked Paul. All the other officers are wise to stay on the road. This is not a sight for the lighthearted people like officer Miller who followed us earlier. He fainted, and the officers who dragged him back to where the cars were cursed him for his fake bravery. “No,” Paul mumbled, rounding Rivera’s body. Paul might be a cheater, but he’s one of the best detectives in the Seattle Police Department. There wasn’t a case he wasn’t able to crack.

“Our personal matters are hardly relevant to your missing persons investigation. Are they?” Miller’s lips twitched again, that same hint of a smile, amused, knowing, challenging. “Perhaps not, Ms. De Rossi. But sometimes, in our experience, personal matters… they have a way of becoming very relevant indeed.” He paused, his gaze lingering on me, a silent message passing between us, a clear understanding that he wasn’t fooled, that he saw right through my carefully constructed lies. “Thank you for your time, Ms. De Rossi,” he said finally, his voice regaining its professional politeness. “If you remember anything else, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call.” He dropped his card on my

He looked like a man haunted by a ghost he couldn't quite catch. "Miller found something," Adrian said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. Miller was his private investigator, a man who worked in the spaces where the NYPD feared to tread, a man paid to find the things that were meant to stay buried. "Something the police missed..." Lila let out a sharp, bitter laugh. It was a jagged sound that tore through the quiet of the room. "And let me guess, it clears your name perfectly? How convenient, Adrian. Did you pay him to find it, or did you plant it yourself? You’ve spent your whole life curating the world around you. Why should your father-in-law's murder be any different?"

But when he opened the door, he saw police officers standing there expressionlessly. "Mr. Miller, I'm the leader of the criminal investigation division, Xavier Harper. You're suspected of being involved in a murder case. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."