Hailey Dean Mystery Books Novels & Stories

I say quickly. “I know,” she replies. “But the problem is, we don’t know the truth yet.” Later that afternoon, by the time the day wound down, Maya and I are quiet in that way that only comes when you’ve uncovered something dangerous but can’t yet name it. “Dean Holloway was a decoy,” she says finally. “Or a shield,” I add. “And whoever’s behind this,” she continues, “is careful. Patient. They let us chase the wrong name long enough to look convinced.”

HAYLEY. My head is buried deep in the pages of the book in front of me, so deep I don’t notice Corey sneaking up behind me until her lips are right next to my ear. “Boo!” I yelp in fright, nearly toppling out of my chair, when I catch the wry, mischievous grin plastered to her face. “You should see your face,” she laughs, her curly hair bouncing. A scowl burns across my face. “I hate you.”

Adalyn Two weeks have flown by since I found out that I could dream walk and about being destined mates with Rainn. We let Malik out of the cell, and he explained who was after the guys. They have made a lot of enemies being hunters for so long, but now they have found themselves in the crosshairs of a demon lord by the name of Beherit. According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

I had to believe in the system. “More like an assassin for hire. Linked to one of the biggest crime families in the world. He is one dangerous man. I don’t even want to think of you in the same room as him. I've got no idea why he came over here to continue his little murder spree, but I wish he had stayed in America.” I did a double take. “American?” Annie gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you never do any digging Taylor. It's like you're not a girl at all. He’s from America. No one knows what business he has over here but I'm betting it's not anything good. Especially if someone ended up dead.”

“Be careful with that book, Hailey. It holds more than answers.” Then she left. I sank back into the chair. My eyes returned to the final message I’d read in the book: “She must not know until the end.” Was I the heiress—or just another clue? My phone buzzed on the table. A text from an unknown number. UNKNOWN: They lied about the DNA test. She is of Lachlan blood. But not in the way they think. I stared at the screen, my heart racing. I looked at the book. The locked doors. The mirror message. Blood is louder than truth.

he spoke softly with a wink. Why is everyone so insistent on me taking a break?! “I'm fine, Detective Riley.” Before he could protest, I reported to him about the disappearance of our witness, Mrs. Rosenthal, the picture she had with my mother, her extensive collection of occult books, and the one that had mysteriously fallen into our possession. I omitted the encounter with the spirit. If Liam, my own partner/lover didn't believe me, I knew for sure he wouldn't either.

She hugged Hailey goodbye and headed inside, while Hailey headed back to the taxi that was still waiting for her. I was itching to ask Hailey about whatever it was Hara was hiding, but then again, I decided not to. If Hara was keeping her meeting with Roland a secret, then Hailey will certainly be her accomplice. If she rats Hara out to me, Hara would surely feel betrayed, and that's the last feeling I want her to ever feel. Hailey left in the taxi and I went inside the mansion after making sure there wasn't any werewolf stench lingering around. You could say I'm paranoid, but I just don't wanna take any chances.

“I can’t believe I’m losing my best friend to a mansion of secrets.” “You’re not losing me.” “Then why do I feel abandoned, like a Victorian lover being left at the docks?” I threw a pillow at her. She caught it and hugged it to her chest. “Just promise me something.” I paused. “…What?” “Don’t fall for him.” My lungs stalled. “…What? Fall for who? Slate?” “No!” She threw the pillow back. “The mystery man. Zayden. Whoever he is.” I shrugged casually even though something inside me tensed. “I haven’t even met him.”

"Humm okay ..(typing on his keyboard) .So the SIM card is on behalf of Miss Heather Dean,hummm wow, beautiful woman! Who's she? And she lives nearby!" "Focus on your work! " How can i focus when i have this beautiful picture in front of me! ? Huh? Too bad that she's a human though...hhhmmmfff..but anyway..! Well she isn't married , she has a child, well a daughter of twenty two..humm ,named Haiiiiyley Dean.." "Hayley, not Haiiiiiiyley!" "How would i know Dylan? Anyway, who are those people? Why do you keep investigating in humans?"