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

Lacey led her out to the patio and pointed to a chair at the umbrella table. "Sit. And don't move." Bailey sat, mostly because she didn't have the whatever to argue. When Lacey handed her a full mug, she took it with shaking hands and gingerly sipped at the hot liquid. Lacey sat in the chair across from her and studied her. "Warren Blake was asking for you this morning. Wanted to know if I'd seen you. I gave him some lame excuse, which I think he bought." "Oh hell." Bailey closed her eyes. "I'd better go find him."

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."