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

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

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."

“Oops sorry got distracted. Okay so where were we?” “Nowhere.” I say bluntly hoping he doesn’t remember. “Nice try Alex we were talking about Anna and you-“ My phone starts to ring, taking me out of this conversation again, and I couldn’t be more happier to see Julian calling. “Hold on again.” I say quickly hearing Nick groan ‘fine’. “Anything?” I ask curiously. “In the matter of fact, yes, we found Miller’s exact location. Security footage on the streets picked him near a company building and with a little bit of investigation we found that he’s working with Leonardo Roth as his security guard.” Julian informs.

It just settled in and stayed. The door opened again. Two men walked in, their badges already out before they finished coming through the door, and they scanned the room when they entered, eyes moving to every corner before landing on me. “Alessia Costa.” The taller one said it without any question in it. “Detective Miller. This is Detective Vance. We have some questions about an incident at Elysium.” He kept walking toward the bed. “About Marco Spinelli.” He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me straight.