Great Mouse Detective Dawson の小説・ストーリー

why would it feel so true, so right, so good? "Oi.. you're awake. That's good... we almost lost one day's work progress. You forgot to save the database in the center earlier..and there was a malware attack. You fell asleep like passing out.. and luckily I saved it right away. Two minutes later everything hangs! It crashed! A virus got in. Maybe from our competitor..they heard about our project..so it means..this building has many ears. Huh.."

I started reading before flipping it to the next page. I hiss while shaking my head. I thought I am already the geek in my circle of friends but seeing how Mister Dawson works and live his life is super smart. How can he spend all of his time reading without getting bored? Some of my books at home are not fully read but I enjoyed having those all. While crossing both of my arms over my chest, I look around once more to see some interesting facts about this super strict man, until I found another frame of him and that dog from few days ago. “Sheez, that annoying huge dog he has is still giving me creeps even in photos.” I murmured.

We’ve set up a makeshift camp, a pathetic excuse for a base of operations, while my Emmeline is trapped in my own damn house, thanks to that snake Kaelen. Dawson, bless his loyal heart, had spread out a map of the Estate on a fallen log. It was covered in all sorts of markings—known entrances, patrol routes, even some hidden pathways I hadn’t even known existed. The guy was a bloody genius when it came to this kind of stuff.

Scott responds, switching channels on his large TV screen and lands on some news bulletin. "Our reporter Jones Bailey, has more details on this," the female doll-like anchor says and the screen switches to introduce my dad. I always find it fascinating to see my dad on TV. "It's your dad, Kyrah," Roxy says and we all focus on him on the screen. "Famous tycoon and mogul, Max Dawson is now the owner of the largest five star hotel, Whitesands Hotel. It is said that he has now..." Vic stands up when another man's face appears on the screen. Pointing at the TV, he starts yelling.

I explained, "Dawson here is a werewolf hunter, and he was hired to assassinate the previous Alpha King with silver bullets. According to him, he spoke with the person who hired him on the phone while they gave him money and made him rich. But, he kept proof of their chats, the money transfer, and other evidence." At this, I motioned to Ethan, and he dumped a suitcase containing all our investigations on the table. I slapped the box and told them, "I'll leave this here for you to read up on. Also, I'll leave him here, too, in case anyone still wants to interrogate him."

He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless. Again every female let our either a groan or a whimper of pleasure. With strong long strides Mr. Dawson walked around his desk so that he was now standing behind it, he turned his briefcase around and took out a small pile of books and slammed them against the sturdy wooden desk. Immediately Maya jumped at the sound and looked towards his direction. She smiled at herself in embarrassment, she was lost in the world of literature and hadn't realized the professor had already arrived.

He’d slit her throat before I got a few steps. He must have drugged her. He was the gardener, I bet he was growing that shit right here. Herbs or something. How ironic. “Let … her … go,” Dawson said. “Or else what,” Maxwell said, laughing. I prayed to the goddess to let my mate stay asleep. She didn’t need to see this. She’d be so terrified. “What’s your endgame,” Dawson asked. “Kill ‘em all, sounds pretty good. But I left a diary under your parents’ bed for your enjoyment,” he laughed.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

~Dawson Mansion. Dubois walked into Dawson's mansion with rage "Mr. Dubois, what are you.." "Save the greetings! What happened to the detective and the judge? Didn't you do what I asked?" He said. Dawson signed and looked around "There is no need to be angry, I'm only trying to get someone out of our way. If I don't? We'll be messed up" he said "That was out big chance to bring down Moretti" he said "We have other chances, this is the point when you should trust me, Mr. Dubois" he said with an assuring smile

The other guy replied. Detective Maxwell parked his car few houses away from Jane's,he started walking towards Jane's apartment and was almost two houses away from Jane's when he suddenly took a left turn.He jumped a fence into a stranger's compound and a dog caged in it's house started barking immediately Maxwell jumped into the compound. "Shhh......Be quiet".Maxwell said throwing a small bone he saw on the grass to the dog.The dog descended on the bone and started licking it forgetting the intruder in the compound.