Doctor Blake Mysteries Cars Novels & Stories

When I reach the underground parking lot, I find out that my husband, Victor Blake, has parked his car in a slanted manner. Great, his car has taken over my parking slot again. I call him and tell him to get his ass downstairs so that he can move the car out of my parking slot. While waiting for him, I come across a post on the Internet. "I'm screwing the brains out of my mistress right now. What should I do to avoid getting discovered by my wife, who might be home anytime soon?" The comment section goes nuts. Apparently, the original poster has left a like on one of the comments. "Park your car in a way that it eats into your wife's parking slot. That way, she'll have to call you ever

Dozens of Maybachs lined the roadside in perfect formation. The car doors swung open, and a tall figure rushed toward me, pulling me tightly into his arms. "Dawn, I'm sorry. I came too late." … More than ten minutes later, Blake arrived at the hospital, storming into the emergency room like a madman. When he found Noelle sitting unharmed in the hallway chair, he finally let out a breath of relief. "Didn't you say you were in a car accident?"

She asked, even when April knew it killed her too. "Nothing at all, we've combed through his place from top to bottom, and we found nothing". Blair blinked. "And what about that gateway car nonsense y'all always brag about having". "That one is..." She paused, her eyes widening as she thought back to her visit to the company, the RSVP parking lot had been off-limit, so she hadn't searched through it, and Blake being Gabrielle's assistant, that was the only place he could have parked his car... What if he had left a message or evidence?

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

Why did everything fall apart so fast? A buzz from my phone pulled me out of my spiral. Detective Bishop (Private Investigator): I have information. Can we talk? “Come,” I replied instantly. Twenty minutes later, footsteps echoed in the hallway. My office door opened and Bishop stepped in—middle-aged, sharp eyes, always carrying that worn-out folder he treated like an extension of his arm. “Mr. Blake,” he greeted. “Sit,” I told him, though I remained standing. He placed the folder on the desk. “I’ll get straight to the point. Your accident…” He paused, watching my reaction. “…wasn’t an accident.”

Keeping me hold in his safe embrace, he began to ask slowly, " Why did you come here,mm? What if you got lost? This isn't B Nation. You should remember it." I replied between my sobs, " I..I thought that you...Sob..I saw your car in the news..I..I thought that it was you who encountered accident..I thought that I lost you, Blake.." Blake sighed in my ears and replied patting on my back, " Someone has stolen my car and lost his life in that accident. The police found that the car belonged to me. So they asked me to come and ensure that it was mine. I came to confirm it. Then I saw you crying."

Treat her as if she had never been in this parking lot. After deciding, he quickly started the car again, left his parking spot, and exited the parking lot. Travis Blake was sitting in his car. He actually arrived a little earlier than Hailey, but she didn’t notice. The moment Travis Blake parked his car, he saw Hailey’s vehicle coming around the corner. He didn’t get out of the car, as he suddenly felt the urge to see what Hailey was like the moment she arrived home. Interestingly, after Hailey parked her car, she left again.

Thought Cassie. She then started typing violently, hacking into the car’s system, hoping to prove Damian Ricci wrong. But that only got Blake’s attention. “What’re you doing?” Blake asked, skeptical, with his eyebrows raised, with his eyes taking a peek. At that moment, the window made a splat sound. The window that separated them with the driver (Jordan), immediately slid down. Causing Blake to flinch and Damian to look where the sound had come from. “Woah!” Said Blake, with his mouth forming an O.

Small and sad in this filthy room. Blake didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He just stared at me, his expression dark and cold. He checked his watch, the metal glinting in the harsh light. “I don’t have time to talk about feelings right now, Claire. My plan is finally coming together and I have a lot of stuff to do.” “The attacks,” I said. The realization dawned on me with sickening clarity. “The car bomb. The stabbing. That guy at FantasyQuest. You were right there every time to pick up the pieces.”

“That’s not proof that he…” “Their car was forced off the road.” Ethan’s voice was ice. “The police called it an accident, but I know better. The brakes were tampered with. And do you know who was the first person on the scene?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. “Vincent Blake.” Ethan’s eyes burned with cold fury. “Standing there, watching as the wreckage burned.” She felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. “That doesn’t mean he…”