Detective Miller Novels & Stories

With that in mind, I decided to head directly to her office, hoping to catch her as she left for the day. As I approached the sleek, modern building where Julie worked, I could see the steady stream of employees beginning to flow out of the main entrance, their faces a mix of relief and fatigue after a long day. I found a discreet spot to the side, where I could observe the crowd without drawing too much attention to myself. While waiting, I activated my AI lens, discreetly scanning the faces of those exiting the building. I was curious to see if the advanced technology could pinpoint the wealthiest individual among the crowd, based on the vast array of data it could access.

❧ Jet’s POV ❧ ⋆ ⋆ “What do you mean that they are not in New York?! Are you telling me that it took you two weeks to look through the whole of New York?” I yell at the detective, but all he does is flinch. He sits up in his seat as I walk towards the window in my study at home. “I get that you are on edge Mr Miller, but the police force is doing the best they can. The evidence with her phone is not enough. It's as if Mr Tatum went off the grid or in fact underground.” the detective says.

Johns walks to my side and, under hushed words, announces, “Mr. Brandt, it would seem we have a situation. Please follow me.” Leading me into the detective’s office, I read the nameplate on his desk. Detective Miller is the man with the files we need to expedite the divorce. Standing He extends his hand out to me. “Hello, I am Detective Miller. You must be Mr. Brandt?” “Hello, yes I am.” “Please have a seat; we have much to discuss.” Following his orders, I sit in the adjacent chair as he sits behind his desk. “Johns, close the door.” He barks in Mr. Johns's direction. He was earning himself a lifted eyebrow in return. “It would

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

Immediately after the sharp corner, there was a police check point, and other cars are coming behind them, there was no way to make a reverse or turn back and they were getting close to the anti crime police check point, the guys finds themselves In a tight corner until their car was stopped, Roy's body was found In the car, and DonMiller guys was arrested, and Roy body was deposited In the morgue while the guys charged to the court of law for murder case, The other guys that escaped returned to the farm with the news of the happening on their way coming, and DonMiller said, “I know It, I know It, I know that Roy and his daughter are up to something, and I tried my best for them, still they

Immediately after the sharp corner, there was a police check point, and other cars are coming behind them, there was no way to make a reverse or turn back and they were getting close to the anti crime police check point, the guys finds themselves In a tight corner until their car was stopped, Roy's body was found In the car, and DonMiller guys was arrested, and Roy body was deposited In the morgue while the guys charged to the court of law for murder case, The other guys that escaped returned to the farm with the news of the happening on their way coming, and DonMiller said, “I know It, I know It, I know that Roy and his daughter are up to something, and I tried my best for them, still they

I shrugged, my expression a mask of innocence. "Because I ordered the hits." "They're my masterpieces. Of course I remember every brushstroke." The words had barely left my mouth when the room erupted. In an instant, several cold muzzles were pointed at my forehead. My hands were cuffed roughly behind my back. The tall, older agent, Miller, did the honors himself. In the interrogation room, Miller loosened his tie. He was a decorated twenty year veteran. As the FBI's ace against organized crime, he had never encountered a criminal this brazen.

NATHAN ​The air in the Ninth Precinct bullpen didn’t just smell like panic anymore; it smelled like defeat. ​Detective Miller stood three inches from my cell bars, his face an ugly, mottled shade of crimson. The smug, untouchable grin he had worn during my interrogation was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, twitching sweat. His fingers trembled violently against the heavy iron key ring as he struggled to slide the master key into the heavy lock.

"He stepped out for a bottle. Never came back. The room's empty, but the door was kicked from the outside. Splintered wood everywhere." "You had one job. One." Rafferty grabbed a heavy glass and hurled it at the wall. It shattered into a spray of diamonds against the mahogany. "The board is breathing down my neck, the merger is hanging by a thread, and now the old man is in the wind." "There's more, Mr. Miller." Marcus stepped forward, dropping a tablet on the desk. "The police are downstairs. Lead detective is a guy named Vance. He’s got a warrant for your metadata. They found blood at the motel. DNA matches the sample you gave after the gala."

If I left like this, once Adam's identity was exposed, he would definitely go after my family. I straightened my neck and shouted, "I'm reporting this! Even if I'm a suspect, the person I'm accusing must be investigated! He may have changed his face–cosmetic procedures are advanced these days enough–but his identity can't be fake. Check his business license, his ID. His real name will be on there!" The officer sighed, then finally went inside to check. When he came back out, his brows were tightly furrowed. He tossed the documents in front of me.