Fidget Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

Then she added, "But I thought bugs had legs." The breath locked in my throat. Cameron was already scanning the room, eyes sharp and motion precise. He had already found it, already decrypted the transmitter embedded in her toy. Genesis mentioned a clicking noise, something the bunny never used to make. She didn't understand what it meant but she noticed. That detail alone chilled me more than anything.

Inside rests a small device no larger than a deck of cards. I switch it on as the screen immediately begins searching for active transmitters and the search resulted into nothing. No bugs, no hidden cameras, No wireless signals it’s all Clean. Exactly as it should be. “So…” I murmur. “Either I’m losing my mind…” “…or somebody’s playing a very expensive game.” I return to the desk and the monitor has changed again. A single question now waits for me. “Did he ever teach you to play chess?” My heart stutters.

He opens the glovebox and pulls out what appears to be a small toy. “Put this in his hand. It’s a fidget. It gives him something external to focus on. Talking usually helps as well.” I take the small, mostly round object from Parker’s hand just as the light turns green. I look at it briefly. It’s a hard plastic blue and purple ball painted like a soccer ball. Two sections on opposite sides have been cut off making it flat and the center has been drilled to make space for a cylindrical bearing in the center allowing it to spin when held between two fingers. I place the item in his hand. He blindly rotates the ball until it’s in a position to rotate freely. For several minutes all that can be

Beethoven’s Ninth filled the room. One of the detectives approached the TV to turn it off. “Don’t,” she said. The detective stopped in mid-stride. “I want to hear it.” She stood there, staring at Sergei, as his voice filled the room. His voice that had been alive only hours before. It was eerie. Grace circled the room once more. This time she kneeled. “We’ve already been over this room, detective,” the FBI agent said, impatient. She spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She reached down, far beneath one of the slick armchairs. She craned her neck and twisted her arm, and reached all the way under.

“Max says it was a furry animal rolling on the road.” Little Bob began to laugh and replied, “Maybe it was just a raccoon or something. I watched a video of one that was a pet, and it had learned to do somersaults. It was adorable.” “We are about to find out,” she answered as she placed the card into her computer and began d******ding the information on it. When the d******d was finished, she quickly went to the file that corresponded with the time of the report and opened it. “Are you ready to watch this?”

The reflection vanished. “What was that?” I whispered, turning to Maddox. “I don’t know,” he muttered. Clutching the knife tighter, I tiptoed backward. Maddox frowned. “Relax. It’s just a mouse.” “Oh.” Relief washed through me in a shaky sigh. “Phew.” He walked straight to the CCTV fixed in the corner, his gaze narrowing. He squinted, tapped the side, and shook his head. “This crap doesn’t even work.”