Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

“Bailey Ronson accidentally saw Fifth Master’s fake profile on Emily’s phone. No doubt, she began to question Emily to get to the heart of the matter. Emily had no other choice but to tell her the truth. “After that, Bailey admitted that she looked up Emily’s call records to track Dex down out of her hatred toward you. She found his number and contacted him on her own… ” Zack continued to explain earnestly. “To prove her innocence, Emily showed me the recording of her conversation with Bailey that day. Their confessions matched the recording indeed.” Zack added, “Bailey said that she lied to the two of you at the beginning because she wanted to keep Emily out of this mess. She had nothing to

Charmine reported the case? As expected, a team of police officers showed up at the Bailey mansion within ten minutes. When everyone saw that the leading officer was Calvin Wayne, their eyes widened in shock. Calvin Wayne, the internationally renowned investigator, who had closed countless mystery cases. No crook nor criminal could evade his sharp senses! How…did Charmine know this man? She even had him come in just one single call! Senior Bailey instantly went out to welcome him, “This is just a small matter, Chief Wayne. Thank you for coming!”

Then, muffled through the wood, “Purple lilies, babe. Also, I’m wet, armed, and emotionally fragile.” I unlocked the door. Bailey slipped inside in a gust of cold rain and damp leaves, then immediately turned and locked the door behind herself. She looked me over once, fast and sharp, and for the first time I saw the wolf under the glitter. Not literally. Her eyes stayed brown. Her hands stayed hands. But something in her attention was too precise. Too aware. The same way Colton seemed to notice every breath I took. Then Bailey’s face crumpled. “Oh, honey.”

“Sorry, but I can’t allow that. Let us do our job.” “Officer, you and I have a good relationship. This isn’t the first time we’ve worked together. Make this happen, and I’ll reward you,” Jace said, stepping closer to the officer. The officer hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. You’ll receive it from a burner number. Keep it discreet.” “You can trust me,” Jace assured him, and we left the room. --- Two weeks passed, and Bailey remained in a coma. There had been no useful information about the criminals who shot her. Jace was conducting his own investigation, and it seemed like he was getting further than the police.

BANG BANG Gunshots could be heard and countless dead bodies could be seen all over the bloodied ground. Williams leaned against a car and took a puff of the cigarette in between his fingers. The smoke went up as his white hair glistened due to the moonlight reflecting on him thereby creating a very alluring picture. When almost all the cigarette had been used up he threw it on the floor and smashed it with his legs. Jason walked up to Williams and said “ Williams, we’ve caught the Don of the Black scorpion mafia group“

Weylin said in a relaxed tone as he inhaled the smoke of his cig. "Are you ordering around?" Weylin chuckled as he exhaled the smoke. "Is your assistant Mr Kai Bailey with you?" "No, he is no-" Suddenly the words paused. His voice sounded more serious. "What are you getting at?" "He is in England, isn't he?" Weylin replied. "You sent him to attack my wife in my absence." He gritted his teeth. "Did you hear any news from England that might make you happy?"