Novel & Cerita Detective Miller

After saying that, she raised her step to leave, the old detective suddenly raised his voice: "After testing the blood on the ground, the woman's name is Marisa Miller!" Seeing Emma Rosy's footsteps, the old detective narrowed his eyes slightly and continued: "Investigation has learned that Miss.Richard and Marisa Darcyhave deep grudges, and has repeatedly exposed Marisa Miller's evil deeds to the police and provided information on her whereabouts." "So, what are you trying to say?"

Brooke’s POV The door opened, interrupting my train of thought. Two detectives, including the sour-faced bitch that I already had beef with, came in. "Miss Miller. Thank you for waiting," the older detective who came in with her said. "Do I need my lawyer?" "You're not under arrest. You're just here to answer some questions, but of course, we can call your lawyer if you'd prefer." Mom's voice rang in my head. 'Answer everything truthfully, except for where you were on the night that bastard died. You were asleep in bed, and so was I. If you tell any other lies apart from that, the chances are that you'll forget it."

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

He needs proof. A man named Miller enters the room. Miller is a forensic accountant who spent ten years at the Treasury. He places a tablet on the desk. He explains that they have been watching the dormant accounts linked to Sienna’s old projects. There is no major movement yet. Sienna is too smart to move a million dollars at once.

They kept asking me pointless questions, making me repeat myself over and over again. The door burst open and a middle-aged stern looking man walked in. "I'll take it from here boys." He ordered. The two police officers who'd been interrogating me seemed beyond relieved. "He's all yours detective. Good luck with this one." One of the police officers declared as they both scurried out of the room. The man took a seat right across from me. "I'm Detective Miller." He introduced himself casually. I gave him a blank look. "I'd introduce myself too but I assume you already know everything about me."

I whispered to myself, I wonder why the came together. I was still glaring at the little girl when Miller alighted from the driver seat, I know Miller car but this is new, maybe he change his car thou "Did we look like a joker" Miller muttered and I came back to my sense. "good morning" I finally let out "Morning" Jeffrey and Olivia replied. "You must be Charlotte" Clara asked me ************ ************ ************ I forgot to mention Olivia and Miller gist Clara about our project and Miller described Charlotte to her, he told Clara he is fond of her but she is cold to her.

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

" corrected Detective Thompson sarcastically. Becky let out a long sigh, "He's dangerous, whatever you said I need to take my siblings back to me, besides, you have to get him back here, he shot Mr. Miller right on his head! He's in a fucking operation room right now, fighting for his life! If you're not serious about handling this case, I'll talk to your chief to replace you with someone else!" "Whoaa easy Ms. Beckett, I'm just testing you, I have to know on which side are you," said Detective Thompson casually. Becky frowned in disbelief but chose not to respond to his statement. She tried to catch her breath and calmed herself down.

Through the window, Ella could see a figure standing on the porch—a man, middle-aged, dressed in a suit that looked out of place in their small beach town. Xander opened the door. "Can I help you?" The man held up a badge. "Detective Miller. I'm looking for Ella Reynolds." Ella's blood ran cold. She was out of bed and at the door before Xander could stop her. "I'm Ella." The detective studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he held up a file folder, thick with papers. "Your father's death. William Reynolds." He paused. "We've found evidence that suggests it wasn't an accident."

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.