Fidget Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

"Didn't you see these dust patterns? There's something placed in here. Something that was taken recently. Ms. Parker doesn't even bother to clean her home, can't you see? Her keyboard was greasy, also her mouse and her table. It's either she had no time to clean, or she was just a lazy bum. Streamers like her pretend that their life is perfect. That they have no flaws. They're hiding their true self with their own façade." "It looks like a rectangular object was removed from that spot." Special Agent Eric said. He saw that the two are looking at something, and he got curious about what they are looking for. "I'm guessing it's more likely to be a jewelry box or something." Detective Fox puts

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

But because she felt bad about Jayden if she only made food and changed the bottom of the cage, Felicia tried to brave herself even though she still didn't dare to hold the mouse directly. "You don't even dare to handle a mouse. How do you carry a child," Jayden sneered after putting the last mouse into the cage. Their twenty-eight day activity was finally over. Which has not been left for further research. Tomorrow, it remains only to weigh the rats for the twenty-eighth day and draw blood for Harumi's research. "It's different! Why are you talking about children. Whose child do I want to carry," said Felicia, who was eager to hit Jayden with the remaining sack of sawdust.

is involved. “Geez, Mom. Really?” Fati groans. “Don’t you think if I knew who I was mated to, I’d be all over them?” “You mean like Summer?” JoJo whispers. But we all hear her. We’re wolves. Whispering is a myth. “What do you mean? I smell tea,” I say, leaning forward like a nosy old auntie. Fati facepalms. “You don’t smell tea, Dad. You spill it.”

"What about hidden compartments? Secret panels? This is a pretty standard security setup for valuable items." Casie nodded, grateful for his practical approach. The detective in her latched onto the problem, using it to anchor her mind against the waves of heat threatening to sweep away her focus.

Yubi. The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me. The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look. Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest. “Ms. Yubi,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”

In a sudden moment of clarity, I shifted my gaze from the window and made my way to the safe in the wall behind my desk, where I kept my bug detector. "What are—" Lo began, but I held up my fingers to my lips, silencing him. I activated the device, starting at the door and sweeping it across the room. The red light blinked erratically as I approached the bookshelf. Setting the detector down, I grabbed the eagle figurine my mother gave me as a teenager, inspecting it closely. My heart sank when I noticed the back looked like it had been tampered with. I pried it open, and a small black device, no bigger than a Cheerio, stared back at me.

Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]

This was her living room, and this was Whiskerton, their silent bond a comforting constant. She pulled out a small toy mouse, a crumpled ball of pink felt, and dangled it in front of him. His amber eyes gleamed with predatory playfulness. With a sudden burst of energy, he pounced, batting the toy across the carpet with a series of swats and playful lunges.

It was a little mouse. It crept down from under the fridge and peeved its way into the cut out carpet placed under the fridge, Dale grew interested, watching closely its next course of action, but in no time it vanished. She was marveled by its disappearance, she grew suspicious and ventured to find out where it went. “At least a little fun won’t kill," she muttered.