Dirk Gently Novels & Stories

Fenian comes rushing up, Tesha right behind him. “Doc Everett, how can I help?” he asks. It’s what I should be asking and I shake the fear and concern off, stepping up to one of the other dragons. “Triage Fenian, I need to know who needs me the most,” he says, looking around and nodding to me when he sees I’m doing the same. He stays by Ancalagon, looking at the gashes on his body. “It was her, father. At least I think it was her. She smelled like my Sunshine, but different,” Cal says.

While he dressed, he heard a faint knock on the door and caught a whiff of their mate's scent. Opening the door, Tricc was struck by Dirk's stunning appearance. Dirk's golden hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, revealing a slender strip of skin to the world, with a lone strand swaying gently in the breeze. His dark, deep golden eyes gazed at Tricc with longing and concern. Dressed in a loose pale green T-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and showcased every muscle, and snug black jeans that highlighted his lean, muscular thighs and hips, Dirk exuded charm. Even his feet were clad in worn, faded grey sneakers.

Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear. There was movement on the screen as a pair of headlights came into view. I barely saw the shadow move as Wolf rolled beneath the car and out again. He hadn't even waited for the engine to be turned off, using the sound instead to camouflage his presence. He disappeared in the dark as the device came to life, sending a signal to my watch and another part of the dashboard screen.

How is he going to do that now that he’s dead? Ricardo moves toward Giorgio’s body. “There are no signs of resistance, Boss,” he says, then he peels open Giorgio’s shirt to further inspect. He checks his chest, then moves to his arm, first the left, then the right, and then he stills. “That’s weird,” he mumbles.

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

I still think about what he told me back in the cell so I go over the day of the murders. I’m taking a stroll down the beach thinking about the green eyed man when I bump into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I begin to move away but the person’s hand clamps down hard on my arm. “Hey what are you…” “Hello, Genevieve.” I gasp at the sight of Derek’s smiling face. “I’ve been looking for you.” I stand there frozen as he reaches behind his back and reveals a silver dagger. The same dagger that was used to kill my parents. “Goodbye Genevieve.” He raises the dagger as I scream.

Chapter Two - Investigation Unknown POV *Present day* The sound of honking horns and shouting filled the brisk morning air—the constant clicking of a camera shutter beside me. The yellow tape was swaying in the cold winter wind. My fingers grew numb in the latex gloves needed to collect any potential evidence. The smell of piss, blood, and decaying flesh filled my nose. After three years of this, it never gets easier. Some say that once it becomes easy. Once the unsolved murders stop haunting your dreams and you stop caring about the body in front of you, you've lost your soul to the devil.

He smiled at her as he left the coffee cup on the table. - In a bad mood? I know how I can help you with that. - I'm just in a hurry. She corrects him. - Okay, let's get to work. Daryl leaves the table, taking a thick yellow folder and hands it to Morgan. She takes the folder and opens it. The picture of a man makes her lips open. - Is this the target? She asks, staring at the photo stuck to the page by a staple. - Yes, this is William Bele. The head of the task force that has been hunting us for the past two years and the top detective in the field at the moment. It needs to be deleted.

“You’ve got your money, so you can go now.” “I will when I finish my drink.” I swished the liquid in the glass then brought it to my lips. Dirk was muscular like his brother but slightly leaner. He had to be at least four years younger than Case because his youth was more apparent. He drummed his fingers slightly on the table, looking at me without blinking. These two men had made the right decision to submit to me, but they didn’t turn into a bunch of pussies. They maintained their respect in themselves.

"We find Dirk before he makes his next move." "We need Felix," Karl said immediately. "Yes," I said. "And Renna." "And me," Karl said. "In the field." I looked at him. He held my gaze steadily. "I'm not asking," he said. "I know," I said. "Yes." I picked up my phone and called Felix. He answered in two rings. "Frankfurt," I said. "A name: Dirk. Former Holt enforcer. European operations. Tell me everything you have." Felix was quiet for exactly four seconds.