Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

Bailey, who had just got out from signing the register and requested, “Excuse me, Boss. I would love to be on my way, please.” Now, Mr. Bailey, who noticed that he had been uneasy since his phone fell off from his hand, interrogated him, “I hope there is no emergency, Doctor? I noticed when your phone fell off your hand." Nevertheless, Dr. Quain gave a false smile and simply replied, “You are right, Mr. Bailey, but I have to leave.”

Her acting skills made it convincing that she was out of the loop. By now, Ian's patience had run thin. How could he still fail to locate a woman after turning Whiteloop City and even the entire Summeria upside down? "I better not catch you lying, Bailey!" His grim expression, accompanied by his cold and harsh voice, formed an unavoidable threat. Bailey quickly displayed a conceding look and cheekily said, "Don't worry. You can trust my every word. I swear, if you find me lying, I'll… never get proposed in this life!"

Ashe thought, "could it be that they already found out his actual identity?' After a moment of silence, she said slowly, "Looks like I'll have to act personally. It's too unreliable to depend on someone else to kill Jate Woods." When Tom Clarkson heard her, he assured her instantly, "Don't worry, Ms. Bailey. I'll definitely help you kill Jate Woods." The corners of Miranda Bailey's lips lifted into a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Clarkson. You won't help me if you get nothing in return. I'll let you succeed in your career and love!"

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.

The detective at the desk looked up at me and gave a curt nod. My eyes narrowed when I heard Bailey’s voice again, this time, directly addressing the detective. “I’m here on behalf of the victims,” she said with fake sweetness, turning her face slightly to the side. “Abbie Grace asked me to speak for her, and the others.” I didn’t say anything at first, but I couldn’t help the sudden laugh that escaped my lips. It wasn’t loud, just a short snicker but it was enough to draw attention. Bailey turned her head quickly, and several people nearby glanced at me.

At the center of the long table was Detective Elijah Monroe, flipping through a digital tablet. He gestured to Layla. “Report.” Layla stood with her messy ponytail. She cleared her throat and began. “We gathered what we could from the tech left behind. All footage of Dax’s transformation was corrupted. Someone...most likely Lucien...fried the cameras remotely during the scuffle.” “Asides Ayla there were three more wolves. Lucien Kael showed up just after one had shifted. He pinned the wolf down, got him to change back. No casualties after that moment. He could have killed Marcus but didn’t.”

I say, ending the call. As I waited for the family doctor, Lance, I couldn’t help but still feel guilty as it gnawed at me like an annoying toothache. Bailey was always there, doing what I needed her to do without any complaints. It was weird because She was like a robot. I wonder why she could possibly need so much money that she'd agree to this kind of agreement. I knew why I needed the money but why- A knock on the door broke me away from my thoughts. I walked up to the door to open it and Agatha stood there staring up at me. Shit! I forgot she was still waiting for me to hear any news regarding Bailey. “So William, is everything OK? Did you find her? Is she fine? It’s been a while since

If this person could kidnap him openly, what other capabilities did they possess? The realization hit him—he had underestimated Caroline's connections. Rather than enraging the man before him, he preferred using the evidence for compensation. Wayne said, "Alright, I'll cooperate. I don't know the caller's name, but I have the call history…" Wayne confessed to Neil and shared the number. He asked, "Will you reveal the culprit, give me the recording, and let me go now?" "No rush. I need to verify first," Neil replied. He lowered the car window and instructed his bodyguard to investigate the number.

Cole sits at the end of the bed, by my feet, and watches me feed her. A knock sounds at the door, and I pull the sheet over Alaia, covering myself while I feed. Cole opens the door, and a man in a suit walks in with two police officers, both women. “Hi Cole,” They shake hands, and he turns his attention to me. “Hi Shayla, I’m Detective Chief Inspector Scott. I’m the Detective assigned to your case. Is this a good time to ask you a couple of questions?” He asks hesitantly, and Cole interjects, but I nod.

The medical examiner looked up, her expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. "Detective Collins, good to see you. Have a seat." Her gentle smile and reassuring presence put those around her at ease, even in the face of grim circumstances. "I've just finished analyzing the forensic evidence from Ms. Wayne's case." Hyde's interest piqued at the mention of the victim's name. Natalie Wayne's brutal murder had sent shockwaves through the community, and he was eager to uncover any new leads that could help bring her killer to justice. "Tell me what you found," Hyde urged, taking a seat across from Dr. Hayes.