Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

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.

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.

After his last witness interview Max makes some notes and going over the facts now with new information gathered, he’s got some good leads and ideas of where to look for some key evidence. Drawing up a search warrant so he can collect the evidence he hopes to find. Max emails a draft to the district attorney's office for review. Since it's a urgent matter he will get a reply within the hour. Once the warrant is in his hands Max and requested backup Max. He and his fellow officers leave to execute the search. The Deputy Sheriff's officer had also arrived to assist, but even before entering the factory the K-9 alerted them to the presence of contraband in the vehicle that was parked outside.

he yelled. Detective White glared at Captain Harris and then opens up his mouth and began to speak. “I’ m done sitting my ass around. About 12 teenagers were assumed dead only for their corpses to go missing from the morgue. Not quite long from that, they mysteriously emerged from nowhere and started attacking the cops and SWAT team on the crime scene in Bailey Avenue and all you do is tell me they need help and not a silver bullet? I will not let you sweep this under the carpet.”

Tony, oddly calm, replied, "Fine, saves me the trouble. I've got things to discuss with you too." After hanging up, he glanced at the files sent by his private investigator on his phone. His gaze darkened. This time, he vowed to put an end to it. Meanwhile, Diana returned to her room, accessing the surveillance cameras. The screen flickered to reveal a hotel room. In the center, Bailey lay shirtless on the sofa, still recovering from a brief hospital visit, anxiously waiting in his room, arm in a sling. Diana rolled her eyes. Couldn't he at least find something to cover up those bones? Truly an eyesore.

She can be very meticulous, reminding me of Alessi a little bit. I'm not ready to be a father either, but it would have been great to have been able to have Fly-girl trapped and in my arms so I could punish her accordingly. Alessi looks like he's carrying the whole world on his shoulders when he saunters into the kitchen. On the exterior, he still looks calm and collected, but his eyes are a little sad and a whole lot angry. Bailey's name is not allowed in our house anymore. She fooled all of us with her spoilt rich girl exterior, the nerdy facade. But she's a fucking murderer who managed to convince her bodyguard to be her hitman.

“Why? Why would you do that? Isn’t that a death sentence for all of us?” “I don’t think so,” I said. “I trust them. Shaun is a great leader and I trust myself . . . And you.” A knock at the door stopped our conversation and I nodded at Peter. He went to open the door and there stood Bailey. She had her fighting suit on, which was a fitted silver material. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. Her eyes, however, were as dark as the night sky. She nodded at Peter and followed him inside.

she remarked while bringing out his phone from his pocket. " Ok no problem, it's completely understandable, in fact, I'd also like you to do that, please go on " Mr Lucas said whilst looking up then he started whistling. Bailey tried to call Barrister Williams, his family lawyer but the call wasn't answered. She tried it again but it wasn't answered again. Then suddenly his eyes caught something in Mr Lucas's dress, she could see a tip of a dagger in his jacket. Bailey could sense that something is wrong, " she isn't answering my calls, please help me to try calling him on your phone " she said.

"Biometrics are solid. The chip is a re-coded Canadian blank. But listen—if she triggers a federal red-flag, the seams will pop. A human analyst with enough time will find the ghosts eventually." "She won't get stupid," Bailey said, opening the door. "The woman she used to be is at the bottom of the harbor." "Victor’s going to notice his best asset is gone. If he traces this to me—" "Victor’s currently trying to keep his guts from spilling out of his empire. He’s too busy to look for you." Bailey stepped into the rain. He walked until his feet were numb, then pulled out the burner. One message: Got it.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.