Fidget Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

A small, blinking red dot pulsed in the lower right-hand corner. “It’s working,” I breathed, relief washing over me in a wave so powerful I almost fainted. “It’s working,” I said again. The detectives crowded around the screen. “It’s an abandoned warehouse,” the detective said, pointing to the map. On the outskirts of town, near the old industrial district…..That’s where we’re going,” the detective stated, already grabbing his jacket. “Let’s move,” he commanded. I was on my feet in an instant. “I’m coming with you,” I said.

he explained even more. “What does she have to do?” Lucas now meddled. “She just has to put the tracking device. Don't worry, that is very small. Show them, Adrian.” The Adrian guy went back to the table where he was working and got something. “Here is it,” my brows met as I had to look at it properly. It is a very small circle. It doesn't even look like a thing. It's like a damn dirt only. “Small but terrible, right?” He let out a chuckle. “It's a very small one, but this would be a huge help to us to find out if that detective is innocent or not,”

The detective replied. “Thanks Detective! Her purse, keys, cell are all here. Even her shoes. MJ would not just walk away with nothing. All her clothes are here. I'm positive she's in her pj shorts and only one sock.” Marty explained. “Actually, I found the other sock near the outside door.” The Detective replied. Detective Smith held up an evidence bag with one sock in it. The matching one to the one Marty found near the elevator. MJ’s sock. Marty about loses it. He starts cursing. Madi finally calms him down.

Don't look guilty. I looked at the detector like it had betrayed me, feigning confusion rather than terror. "What the—" I started, then let false understanding wash over my face in the performance of my life. "Oh. Oh, that's ridiculous." I reached into my pocket. Alexei's hand tightened on his jacket. "Slowly," he said. I moved slowly, deliberately, and pulled out the key fob—the panic button the FBI had given me. It was black plastic with a Toyota logo, completely ordinary, except it had GPS tracking built in for the FBI to locate me and a remote transmitter. Active electronics.

He had tried everything possible to find out who did it but all traces led to nothing, who ever committed that crime was surely smart but that doesn't mean he has given up. He had vowed to find the culprit for both the fraud and the murder and he would stop at nothing to accomplish that. That was why he had built this secret room, to conduct his every operation and investigation. A beep sounded on one of the computers. He sat down and clicked on it. A profile appeared. A man with yellow-brownish teeth and a scarred face stared back. Mario, aged forty-five. It read. This was Don. Mouse had informed him about everything. Anthonio transferred the profile to a tracker and it started processing.

Her eyes moved around the room again. Then something caught her attention. The clock on the wall looked strange. It was not straight. It hung a little crooked. She stood up slowly. She walked closer to the wall. She reached up and touched the clock. Carefully, she turned it anti-clockwise — to the left. Suddenly, a loud click sound came from the wall. A big hidden box slid out from behind the clock. The box was metal and shiny. A soft electronic voice spoke from inside it. “Mr. Knight, please verify your fingerprint.”

For a girl who sat in her room thinking of the day she’d finally find her mate like her life depended on it… I could say it really sucked to be me. I tried to sleep, but the floor was too hard, and the shadows seemed to move whenever I closed my eyes. I stayed awake, staring at a crack in the corner where the stone had crumbled. The scuttle of something in the corner made my skin crawl. And then a small, gray mouse poked its head out from the shadows. It paused, its whiskers twitching frantically as it sniffed the stale air. It moved in short, nervous bursts, looking for anything to eat.

A friend of your mummy will meet you after school near the art corridor. Bring Mr. Flopsy so she knows it's really you. Ethan stared at the screen. "How did she know about the rabbit?" I answered quietly. "Everyone did." He looked at me. "There are hundreds of photographs online." I hated saying it. "But Lily almost always carried him." The detective nodded. "We traced the account through several public networks." He pointed to the report. "One login came from the City Children's Discovery Museum." "The same day Marissa spoke to Lily." Claire closed her eyes.

“Sir” The detective asked, “What is it?” “We found CCTV from the building opposite” The detective looked at us. “Excuse me” The officers walked a few metres away, speaking in hushed voices. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. "This is getting worse." Damien didn't disagree. Instead, he walked slowly around the vehicle, studying it from every angle. He wasn't looking at the obvious things. He was looking at details, tiny details. His gaze settled on the rear tyre. "What?" He crouched. Without answering, he brushed his fingers against the rubber. When he stood, there was a faint streak of white powder on his fingertips.