Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

“I’m better off alone, and that's the real truth.” Before Bailey could open her mouth, my phone buzzed in my blazer pocket. I fished it out of the pocket and frowned when I saw the caller ID. It was Detective Matthew. I swiped right and put the phone to my ears. “Lachlan Mallory.” “Mr. Mallory…” Matthew began in his usual solemn voice. “How've you been?” I didn't know how to answer that but I knew I had to say something..I shot Bailey a look and she shook her head. Then she grabbed a coat on the rack and walked out of the room.

All in all he felt pretty good about getting it off his chest and the way the detective had handled his little confession went a long way to not making him feel like a fool. Detective Sparks got her ducks in a row by the time officer Bailey came through the door less than an hour after Bobby left. ÒCome on Pete, letÕs hit the ground running. We have a new development to look into though I donÕt think it has anything to do with this case. IÕll bring you up to speed on the way to GilÕs and then weÕre headed to WilsonÕs office.Ó

With a heavy heart, Billy headed out to meet his new colleagues and he was uncertain how this collaboration was going to work, but for Lili's sake, he needed to desperately try to work with them and find the perpetrator behind the fire and the shooters. Introducing himself, he held out his hand to the first detective in a sleek black suit, "Hi, I am Sheriff Billy and welcome." He shook the hands of the other two detectives before they introduced themselves. "Hi, nice to meet you. I am Detective Caleb Stuart and this is Detective Stacey Afton and Detective Reinie Walters. Please just call us Caleb, Stacey and Reinie though. We do not need any formalities as we will be working together on t

Bailey sitting behind the desk, but a man that he did not know, nor had he ever seen him before. Rick introduced himself and Old Wilson. "We asked you here today to tell you what has been going on. This knowledge is not to leave this room. Is that understood?" Mr. Hunt replied "Of course. Anything that you tell me will be held in the strictest of confidences. May I ask where Mr. Bailey is?" Rick responded "That is part of why you are here." With that, Rick gave Mr. Hunt a run down of what had happened earlier, and ended with revealing that Mr. Bailey and Mr. Anderson were both at this moment in jail. They would not be coming back.

There was nothing for Caitlin to lie about—and the pendant sealed the deal. “I never expected this... Please, come in.” Inside, Caitlin spoke with Bailey at length. She learned that Bailey had once worked for The Yuncey Family for years before resigning just last year. She also got a clearer picture of their current struggles. “Bailey, I won’t beat around the bush. You were doing just fine at The Yuncey Family. So why did you suddenly resign last year? “It’s because William raped your daughter, isn’t it? And The Yuncey Family paid you off to keep quiet—threatened you, even. You didn’t report it because you were scared.”

I quickly throw the tray and coffee away, and the hot coffee ends up landing on his hands. He whines in pain for a moment before he finally removes his cap, only to reveal the cab driver from the airport. Damn! How did I miss all this information? The voice was the same from the start. How did I never notice? An idea crosses my mind: get back inside and slam the door. But I shrug off the idea. I'm a detective. Backing down would only make them believe one thing: I'm weak. I know the impersonator isn't Conrad, but definitely, they have something in common.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

His mind spun chaotically with thoughts of his conversation with Leroy/Roderick, the danger his friends might face, and the woman in the backseat, his mate. The close quarters of the cab brought her scent to him, and it confused both him and his wolf, for while she smelled more or less as he recalled, if with some kind of harsh soap instead of her honey shampoo, she now had an extra layer to her scent. The aroma tickled at him, for it seemed familiar but kept eluding his grasp. Reaching the motel they currently called home base-two interconnected rooms at the end of a row-he parked. Checking his surroundings for prying eyes first, he then grabbed the still-unconscious Bailey and carried her

Detectives. "Doctor, how is Mr Bailey doing?" The officers ask the hospital doctor. "Well we like to keep him at least till tomorrow for observation and then we will see, for now he's unconscious and we don't know yet what he inhaled in his house that made him like this!" "Okay thank you, can you let us know when he wakes or if he changes for the worse?" "Sure detective!" "Oh doctor, please if he wakes up don't tell him about his pregnant girlfriend because i don't want him to freak out okay?"

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.