Gumshoe X Edgeworth Novels & Stories

Edward had given them a rundown of the murder investigation and they had been annoyed at the suspicion directed towards Sebastian. “This is Lord and Lady Grey,” he said politely. “Mum, Dad this is Detective Superintendent Daniel Edgeworth.” Once introductions were over, Daniel became more businesslike. “I’ve come to ask you a few questions about yesterday. I do understand that you were unconscious for a majority of it. I just want to know if you saw anything that would help us find the culprit.” Edward was confident that he had seen nothing of use. “I was walking through the canteen like I normally do and then something hit my head. I woke up in the ambulance,” he informed Daniel. “I really

He holds his mic like a lily at a funeral. “Mr. Boucher,” he crows, “Did Mr. Giordano bankroll your crimes? Are you the bridge between white-collar theft and organized-” “Get a better source,” I say, and it buys me nothing but my own small satisfaction. The cuffs bite in familiar places. The agent riding shotgun makes a performance of calling someone and saying, “We have him,” like the day needed narration. I think of Emmeline’s kettle and the way she writes names on a chalkboard like she’s making a spell. I think of Jackson counting rings. I think of Asher on the bridge yesterday, choosing to stop pretending the crown belongs to anyone else.

She wore black queer pants with red boots and a red vest just enough to cover her bobs which were finding it difficult to breathe through the tight vest pushing their way up under her neck for some air. “I can't help it,” Edward replies honestly. His mind was beginning to run wild. He had not had heated confrontations with Carlson Cobwells but if he is the man rumored to be the beast, then he should be searching in Mexico for his woman. “What if he got in? I know Carl way too well. If he loves her like the claim then he is available in the country as we speak '' Theodora adds. She takes a seat on Edwards's desk spreading her legs and displaying the perfect invitation.

Just that same hollow look, sharpened with impatience. He knew time was slipping. Edgar followed my line of sight, his body going subtly still. “Do you know him well?” he asked. My pulse spiked. “Who?” “Gethro.” I forced a light laugh. “I’ve spoken to him tonight. Nothing more.” Edgar’s grip tightened almost imperceptibly. “He watches you like a man waiting for permission.” Ice crawled down my spine. “You’re being paranoid.” “Am I?” His eyes searched my face. “Because I would tear this kingdom apart if I thought someone was waiting to take what is mine.”

"I'm a penniless gambler and you're my debtor. You owe me $25,000 that haven't been settled yet you want more information? That's not possible." "I'll pay you the $25,000 so tell me everything you know about Fargo." "Let's talk when you have the money." Edward touched his wrist and he found out his mobile wristwatch was missing. "Where is my wristwatch?" "I sold it." "You did what?" "Do you think your meds and supplies fell from heaven like manna?" "How dare you?" "Are you saying I should watch you dies when you have something of value that could save your life?" "You could've sold any other thing apart from that?"

How about that? Gavin clicked his tongue, preparing to run towards the two of them with his dagger in hand. 'Enough. Eat that, Bastard! Don't dare to touch my people more than that!' There was a familiar voice coming into the room, firing their revolver at Gavin repeatedly, instantly killing Gavin's now fallen figure, gathered with several corpses around him. He and Edward turned their heads to find the figure of Thyme Umberbridge, who had inserted their revolver into their inner coat pocket, then shook their head slowly at the sight in front of them before their eyes before turning to look at the two of them.

he gritted out word for word. The man nodded slowly, rolling his tongue on the upper part of his gums. "Are you talking about the car my men found at a crime scene"? He asked narrowing his eyes at Spade "the sane crime scene where Liam Fritz was killed among others"? Spade only felt his jaw tightened as his whole body tingled with anger. Garcia got up from his chair, walking towards where Spade stood.

Ed Stark leaned back in the chair and put his feet on the top of Sheriff Thompkins desk. The white-haired sheriff scowled, but said nothing. Ed owned most of Brightonville and was working on obtaining the little he didn’t own. Ed was also responsible for his salary. He was far too old to go looking for a new job. If it meant overlooking disrespectful habits such as the arrogant ass putting his filthy boots on his desk to keep his job then, so be it.

he murmured. The silence between them thickened. "I have always known that there was something fishy about Elder Garrett, I wonder why he closed such a case as this. I mean, it is evident that even the records are incorrect, rigged, cooked up, and yet, he left it, to be forgotten, forever." Edwin stared down at the parchment, heart pounding. “She described it so clearly. The boots, the uniform, the smoke, the shout of despair. She made no mention of a maid either,”

He nodded and they both snuck in behind the hedge. “We were meant to meet off-site. You’re not meant to be roaming around the grounds,” Primrose said curtly. “Dennis Hodges might’ve caught you, and where would that leave us?” Edward scowled back at her. “Relax. Dennis Hodges is way in the woods stuffing his face with Pontefract’s butler.” Primrose’s gaze was firm, unwavering. “You know Hodges and Smythe are both in cahoots with The Newshounds, Edward. You were brought on board for your passion for our purpose, and that requires you to be discreet. Patient.”