Greg Lestrade Novels & Stories

Grimacing, Trevor tossed the controller in his hands across the room after switching off the large TV on the wall. He rose from where he sat and stepped to the middle of the room. Tilting his head, he thought back to what was said by the reporter. Several more bodies had been found dead at the elite clubhouse and Trevor knew who they were even before the names were revealed. He wondered how long it had taken for them to get to see the now decomposing bodies of Tricia and Lauren.

I glanced at the door seemingly waiting to see anyone walk through it. "The CEO will soon arrive" My Dad looked excited, I smiled. "He's here" Suddenly, My Dad smiled as he looked at the door, both I and My Mum turned our heads towards the door. I first saw a pair of high-end handmade black leather shoes and high-quality expensive trousers. he had very tall legs. My gaze slowly trailed up, I saw his white shirt that offset his outstanding chiseled body, and without giving the coat slung on his shoulders more than a glance, my eyes trailed even higher.

“It’s for my mate, Emma. The doctor said she shouldn’t have anything solid for now, so I think custard will do.” Lizzy’s eyes softened. “Ah, yes, of course. I’ll get right on it.” She folded her arms across her chest, nodding her head, but there was a certain playfulness in her expression as she stole a glance at him. Gregory couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, noticing her reaction. He gave her a quick nod and turned toward the stairs. As he walked away, Lizzy muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to hear, “What is it with young men these days and not putting on shirts?”

he leaned in closer to her, “pardon my French, but Clyde Morten was a lying, piece of shit. Many people would have liked to see him dead. And I doubt, anyone save his Momma shed a tear when they heard the news.” Harsh, thought Leila. But it wasn’t the first time she had heard this. That made her job all the more complicated. She took another sip of her beer. Then took a deep breath. “Gerald, I’ve heard some things about you. I don’t even need specifics. Just be straight with me. Are you involved with things outside of the bar that may or may not bend the law?” He didn’t look so pleasant or forthcoming now. His demeanor changed. His face flushed and he looked pissed.