Novel & Cerita Detective Miller

a loud noise erupted and a red light blinked once. "567" the same noise but this time, the red light blinked twice. "859" this time, it was a green light that showed. "Bingo" a wide smile plastered on my face as I saw 5 documents in it. I didn't have time to read all of them there so I took it and gave it to Simon and we left the building. In the car, I scanned through every document. The first document had history of the entire family. Of course everything about his family was fake. Every Mafia leader leaves a fake trace behind with some hidden truth. I quickly scanned for Marco and saw him. He was betrothed to some Adora Mikel.

Inside Interview Room 4, the air was static—dry, recycled, and smelling faintly of scorched coffee. I sat on the edge of the metal chair, my fingers interlaced so tightly they had turned a waxy white. Across from me sat Detective Miller. He was a man of solid edges—square jaw, silver-rimmed spectacles, and hands that looked like they could crush a telephone book or cradle a wounded bird with equal ease. He had been "assigned" to my case four hours ago, right after I stumbled into the station, my clothes torn and my spirit shattered. "We’ve secured the perimeter near the park, Elena," Miller said, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He leaned forward, pushing a

He had left me the map to the one place Pierce could never go. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed with a sound that felt like a drill inside my skull. I sat on the cold metal chair, my wrists still aching from the cuffs they had only just removed. Detective Miller leaned across the table, his shadow stretching long and jagged against the cinderblock wall. He didn’t look like a lawman; he looked like a predator waiting for me to trip over my own feet. "Now, Miss Riley," he said. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the way that ends with your father having a very unfortunate 'allergic reaction' to his next dose of medicine.”

She shot back at him and he raised his hands up in surrender knowing if he didn't, she was going to read him to filth, do it publicly and then made sure she embarrassed the fuck out of him because that's what she was good at. "Detective Dera, I'm Alexander Miller, the host of—" Xander stretched his hands for a hand shake but was left hanging with an intimidating stare from the detective. She looked at his palms like they were infected with coronavirus. "I know who you are, Mr. Miller. I didn't even need a briefing, I have a TV and you have been on the news this evening already…twice." She said, staring at him with a strong intimidating gaze before facing her partner again.

it hit me harder than any billion-dollar merger ever had. I had watched her eat in silence, my chest tight with a protective heat I didn't have a name for yet. She was so fragile, a girl made of glass and old secrets, and yet, she was the only thing in this house that felt alive. The vibration of my phone against the marble counter shattered the moment like a gunshot. I didn't recognize the number, but I knew the area code. It was the precinct. My jaw tightened as I swiped the screen. "We found something, Derek," Detective Miller’s voice was gravelly, the sound of a man who had seen too many crime scenes.

He only refuted that he wasn’t the killer but he didn’t disagree with the fact that there was actually the usage of a soul sucker This meant that he acknowledged that a soul sucker was being made use of and maybe he even had some clues about the soul sucker been used or the organization or person behind it All she needed was that he worked with those clues and grant her with the result .......... THE NEXT DAY WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE Lucy watched as Williams jogged towards her direction, his hair fluttered as the wind ran across his face ‘He is handsome' Seeing his face reminded her of the dinner they had together with Jason

The silence that fills the small room afterward is deafening. Detective Miller quickly places two fingers against the suspect’s throat, checking for a pulse, before leaning down to pull open the man's lower eyelid. He then uses his thumb to pry the suspect's mouth open, sniffing the air closely. "Cyanide," Miller mutters under his breath, his expression turning pale. "Damn it. He took cyanide. How the hell did he smuggle a pill in here past processing?" "He didn't smuggle anything in," I say, my voice trembling with mounting rage.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

He was one of the few people I could trust. As soon as I got home, he was already waiting for me. We went into my studies. I have not seen Detective Oliver since the Turks and Caicos incident. We had been talking though. He had been updating me on the case and the new leads, although it hadn't led them to the thieves yet. “Have you gone through the video? "Were you able to identify the face of the culprit?” I asked him as soon as I sat on the study chair. “Yes, Mr Miller,” he answered, pulling out a file from his suit's inner pocket. He opened the file and brought out a picture of a woman. He handed it over to me.