Detective Miller Novels & Stories

Right now, I feel like the ink is drying up. Nigel arrived twenty minutes later. He didn't have his usual tablet; he had a manila envelope. He set it on the desk and sat down without being asked. He knew the mood. "The best in the business for cold cases is a guy named Miller," Nigel said, sliding a grainy photo of a man with a crooked nose across the wood. "Ex-federal. He doesn't take corporate retainers. He works on a per-secret basis." "Call him. Tell him I’m paying triple."

I let him guide me toward his own vehicle sliding into the passenger seat with a heavy sigh. He has won this round. But only because I was so damn tired. That was the lie I kept telling myself, anyway. *** Right now, he was sitting right outside in the waiting area, separated from me by a heavy door and a sheet of reinforced glass. Detective Mercer didn't look like the typical cops you see on television. He was older, with thick-rimmed glasses. “Miss Miller, thank you for coming in.” “I didn’t exactly have much choice after that phone call.”

JACE BALDWIN'S POV Nate's lifeless body sprawled awkwardly on the floor, the brown T-shirt he had on soaked with the red fluid of his blood. People got busy snapping away at the body, and murmurs slowly erupted from the people. "What are we dealing with?" Ian had his usual blank look as he and two pack detectives stopped before me. "Murder." A red-haired female detective with upturned eyes responded while shoving a notepad into her pants pocket. "I'm 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?"

I just acted. My fingers were trembling so violently I almost dropped the phone, but I managed to navigate to the old contact entry I had saved years ago, back when I still believed in family loyalty. Officer Miller. The detective who had been assigned to the case before he was suddenly removed and reassigned to a desk job in the city. I hit call. It rang three times before he picked up. "Officer Miller?" I asked, my voice barely holding together. "Who's this?" He sounded tired, older than I remembered.

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

Drax tried to avoid it by leaning away, but she kept leaning until they both nearly fell over on the bench. The ringtone from Drax’s phone broke the silence and Drax stood up to get away from Amelia. He answered the phone and sat back down on the bench, but with more distance from her. The voice from the other end of the phone pierced sharply through the phone’s earpiece. “Hello, Mr Miller. This is detective Lance. We’re still on the case, as you requested. We found some matching DNA at the crime scene and in her car, but we don’t have any suspects to compare it with. So it’s basically a dead end.”

"What is this?" "Judge Lautner has issued a search warrant against you," he reveals, "as well as an immediate arrest." Before he can finish saying this, other police officers enter behind him and the accompanying officer. "Did you kill your parents? Where is the ruby?" a man in a cheap suit inquires as he enters with the officers. "It's time to confess, Emory. We've got you; you can't escape or avoid the murder of your father." "What ruby? I have no idea what you're talking about," Ayden responds angrily.

" 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.