Fidget Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

I had over thirty missed messages from people in my major department, group chats I barely ever spoke in, and even random numbers I didn't recognize. Something didn't feel right. My fingers were slightly trembling as I unlocked the screen and tapped on the main department group chat. A link to a video file sat at the very bottom of the chat log, sent by a burner account just twenty minutes ago. The caption above it read: “Looks like the school’s golden boy senior has other hobbies he's into.” My heart was racing so bad that it hurt. I forced myself to click the link. The video loaded instantly, and the second the image cleared, my phone almost slipped right out of my hand.

Dmitri nodded towards Sylar and smiled. "Thanks Sylar, it looks great." He pulled me off his head then sat me down on a little tower against the wall. "There we go~ Explore for yourself," he told me then gave me a loving smile as he rubbed my head. "Go have fun~" I went up the tower and jumped up onto a bridge, going across it and went towards one of the tower holes and went inside. I yelped as I found a small mouse looking at me then attacking it, falling over and let out a growl before calming down as it didn't fight back or squeak. I shook it a few times before spitting it out in confusion. I sniffed it and let out a purr as I caught the smell of that delicious cat nip herb. I took the mo

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

Liam replied. Suspicion and disbelief arose in Joe’s mind, but even if he had any more questions, he did not ask. He had confidence that the young man harbored no ulterior, selfish motives. “One hour left!” Dick called out, clearly settling into his role as the timekeeper. The group readied themselves, armed and pumped. As soon as the fruit made its appearance, the Insurgent Trifecta would swoop in and grab it within the first millisecond! The seconds crawled. The people’s nerves became more and more strung and wound up. Their concentration sharpened into needle-sharp focus. Their hands tightened around a special detector custom-fitted for just this occasion. When the fruit made its appearan

All I’d have to do is go in, take the USB out of the false bottom, and then I’d get the fuck out of here and call Lucius to save Dad. I stop myself. I don’t move a muscle. It’d be so damn easy. Too easy. I take a careful look around. No security cameras, no guards… Van Straus isn’t that arrogant, is he? This has to be some sort of trap. Squeak. The sound of a mouse scurrying past almost makes me scream. I swallow my fear the moment I hear the violent zap and hiss of something frying and burning. Not even a foot away do I spot the mouse, singed clean in half.

the seated detective said showing me a picture of Mandy and Felix. "Yes detective." "Mind explaining what you saw?" "Sure..."

This was a job for jittery Dutsy, and I hoped he only looked jittery and was made out of more solid stuff inside when I was sending him a text message using Felix’s secret phone. I was looking at Celeste on a horse flying over the neat hedge from across her desk when Felix’s phone vibrated. It was Dutsy, he decided using text message was not safe. That said something to me already. I heard Dutsy’s cool, supercilious voice that sounded as if it thought it was pretty cool. It said snobbishly, after I had answered: “Who do you think you are, a private detective?” “Check,” I said.

"I'm just sayin-" "Okay stop" I cut him off sharply. "With all due respect Detective Edwards, Detective Deckor is just doing his job. This man held a gun to my head! He's connected to Mia. If he speaks, I wont have death following me around me around with his evil stick or whatever it's called. So if you don't mind, let the man do his job." I ended, taking him by surprised. "And for the record, instead of treating Tristan like he's some inexperienced kid who will only be a burden, maybe try working with him because he's a damn great detective and a way better one than you in my book"

He told him a few things he had discovered, and how they could be of help, and Peter was very attentive. Maverick had become the detective for his own case, since thepolice wasn't doing anything. When he was done, he closed his laptop, and I was right by his side the whole time. “Hey.” He chuckled nervously, and I could hear the nerves in his voice. “Hey pretty boy.” I whispered, fiddling with my gown. “How are you?” He asked, and I giggled. “I'm fine.” I muttered with a smile. “Wanna play a game?”

"Let's try to stay calm until the detective arrives." It wasn't long before the detective arrived, his expression serious as he took in the scene. Aiden led him to the boxes, and the detective carefully examined the contents. Inside one box, a broken family portrait from Aiden and Sophia's wedding lay shattered, with two dead rats nestled in the debris. Blood was scattered across the frame, adding to the gruesome scene. In the other box, two dolls lay with one leg torn off each, their glassy eyes staring up at the detective.