Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

Bailey was leaning on the wall breathing heavily a sign that she had been running from one wing of the manor to another looking for them. "What is it?" "Mum, are you okay" "Yeah, the cops are here" she said. Gerald looked at the butler. And the butler exhaled lazily. He knew what was going on. Or maybe he didn't. They were guilty as charged from the looks of confusion on their faces. No one saw that one coming.

"Alpha. Glad to have you back, but next time if you want to pull some disappearing scheme, make sure you inform her at least; she was dying of worry." Thane turned to me. "I'm sorry," he said, and I nodded. He was okay, and that's all that matters. "I would have informed you both, but it was necessary I kept this to myself; Bailey was getting very, very nosy. More than once I had discovered her lurking around; it got very... disturbing." "So Bailey is involved in this?" Axel questioned. "Yes, she is actually the center of it all. Riley was right." I knew it.

“I’m not risking it, Mr. Laurier. He’s under police protection right now. By tomorrow, we will record his statement. It’s crucial to the case. I’ve alerted all the police stations across the state. Gary Laurier can’t escape. Our team has located Evangeline Laurier and her daughter at a resort on Newport Beach. We’re monitoring their movements as well. Once we get Bailey’s statement, we can arrest them.” They waited all night. Iris wasn’t feeling well, and Maddox took care of her. After a strenuous night, he received a call from the police station. “Yes, Officer.” His heart pounded with apprehension. Did something untoward happen to their prime witness? They couldn’t afford to lose him. He wa

I ask her with a small smile as we stand up. "Sure. Thank you." We leave her office, and I turn to Wyatt once we're in the hallway. "What do you know about Wayne?" I ask him quietly as we head outside to find him. "I always thought he was a good guy. However, I thought the same thing about Gabe, Adrian, and Dr. Neelson. I guess you can never really tell until someone shows their true colors. Let's go have a talk with him. If he's involved, it would explain how there are cameras everywhere." He answers. Okay, so I know now is not the time, but damn, my man is hot when he's angry. Don't think I've forgotten the broom closet. Am I drooling?

"What? What is going on? Is it infected?" Bailey grabs her baseball and looks around. "No," I say, lowering her baseball. "Not infected. Drifter. Have you seen him? Do you know where it is?" Bailey looks around for a before shaking her head. "No," she answers. "Shit," I say, slamming my fist down. "Where could he have gone? We're the middle of nowhere." "Wait," Bailey screams. She grabs and throws her backpack in front of her. She then starts to go through it, digging deep and pulling out a few things. "Yes. Yes. Okay. I still have everything. Do you still have all your thing?"

Instead of countering Dawson’s word, the deputy poured himself a drink instead; which confirmed that what Dawson just stated could be true. I wanted to chirp in something but Dawson cut me short; “Guess I don’t have a choice then, welcome to my team detective Jane,” he scoffed and started towards the door. I and the deputy watched him leave the room, but I was the only one engulfed in joy. I could feel it, although I didn’t want to claim it….

“But who told you?” “People talk around here. I never even wanted to be in this godforsaken town, but my father insisted I come here. Told me to spy on you and Gabe, feed him information.” Bailey spits blood on the floor, I guessed one of us had either cut her mouth or knocked a tooth loose. “So, you’re the mole? The one that told Crimson Moon about the Renegade's alliance with Raven Knights?” I started to put things together in my head, the puzzle pieces falling into place. “But how did you know about our deal with the renegades?”

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.

"But it sounds good to me. Although I've always wanted to learn self-defense, I don't have any desire to get tangled up with any wolf-shifters, either." "Hey!" Bailey tilted her head to the side, watching me work on her arm. "I could teach you self-defense. Humans learn it all the time." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Oh yeah? You wouldn't mind?" She shrugged, a sly smile spreading across her face. "If you let me work in the clinic with you, then we're good." I laughed. "Well, that's a given. You already have the job." "Yeah!" Baily was so excited that she nearly jumped up, but she stopped herself because I cleaned the wound. Even though she was technically older w, th the knowledge

62 L I N D Y Griffin aimed the knife at Bailey and he had no remorse in his eyes. Bailey was still frozen from where she was actually standing as her blood was actually from her wrist down to the floor. She was holding her injured hand but she recovers and smiles, “I am so happy to see you here. You have to help me.” She says. I was then reminded that Detective Martin had mentioned that Griffin had escaped jail, but I didn’t know he would actually come here and…. help me?