Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

His eyes shined wide with nothing but danger. “No,no..I would never. That was Hailey. Bailey is my friend. She left for Thailand to get rid of depression when she found out about the shady things Hailey was involved in and she never supported Hailey. She is my friend”. “You know, I find it amazing how easily you trust people”. He said with a more focused composure. He almost thought his son was at Hailey’s.

Harmony said, pulling Parker up: "Don't sit on the ground, be careful of catching a cold." On April 12th, the City C police received a report of a murder. The victim was Sofia Bailey, a 71-year-old resident of district XX in City C. She typically lived alone in her house, while her son and daughter-in-law operated a retail business elsewhere. Her grandson, Caradoc Bailey, was a second-year college student in the Ink Mountain district of City C.

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.

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.

Xander’s face darkened. “No one leaves this room.” The doors shut immediately. The sound echoed through the chamber. Bailey’s stomach twisted. Not again. “Search everyone,” Xander ordered. Guards moved quickly. Warriors were checked for marks, scents, hidden messages. Nothing. One by one, everyone was cleared. But Bailey still felt it. That same horrible feeling. Something was wrong. Someone was lying. Her eyes moved slowly around the room. Commander Hayes. Old. Loyal. Too obvious.

“Boss, Bailey was in charge of the delivery. She shifted it to Gael. He was found dead by a bullet wound in the front seat.” “But the truck remained?” “Yes. Empty though. Well except for Gaels dead body. I think they wanted the blue boys to find it that way, leading back to us,” Dimitri explained. I bobbed my head. Although war was the last thing I needed when I was trying to clinch all of these important deals, I wasn't one to back down from one. “Where is Bailey right now?” “At the base,” Niko answered. “And who do we have in mind as suspects? Perhaps Damien Draco?”

“Theodore Bailey didn’t have a good track record. He had been doing underhanded tricks against all his competitors until lately. His name came up as a mastermind to an arson case against one of Finlay Baker’s markets. After that, his own company’s bank account leaked millions and crashed. He sold most of his properties just to pay it off. “Last night, there was a shooting at Baker’s party. We looked into Bailey’s involvement after one of the perps’ phones had placed a one-second call to his home office number. That’s how we found the body hanging from the balcony.” The detective took a deep breath. “Baker is cleared of any suspicion, so we’re looking for someone who could have rented those p

"He left me like this. My whole body is sore, and he just ran off without a second thought. If I ever catch him, I'll skin him alive. "Babe, it hurts so much doing it for the first time. I'll need to drink his blood and eat his flesh to heal my emotional wounds! "You don't even know, he... actually..." As Lucille listened to Bailey's roundabout descriptions and saw her spirited demeanor, she realized Bailey was fine and there was no need to worry. Still, she really didn't need all the details. Meanwhile, Spencer shook his head and walked toward the living room. Just then, the manager arrived with the surveillance footage.

He smiled like it was all fine—then shoved me forward. Every eye locked on me, waiting. I caught Jenna's smug little smile and laughed cold. "I've got one question. Since you said we discussed every case—then tell me, what was the key clue in the church murder?" Chief Doyle's face darkened. Definitely not the script he fed me on the way here. Before he could blow, someone lunged forward and smacked me across the face. Alan. My mentor—same as last life—pointed at me, shaking with rage.