Horse Racing Mystery Authors Novels & Stories

Sarah said giving me a soft gaze and i nodded "Well..i have one last thing to inform you. But it seems you know all already" i said "Not actually. But i have spice every where..that's why I'm very informed." Sarah said "Ok let me ride on then.. I highly believe..Hareite is into some malicious plans with Scot..and i want you to find about those two so fast." I said and she gave me a mischevious smile "I am and i know exactly what's going on right now.. all i can tell you is, be very vigilant hence forth when around Hareite. She's playing hide and seek with everyone" Sarah said and i furrowed my brows

It was so pathetic it almost made me laugh. Once I had a lead, everything else came easily. Using Milton's birthday, his lucky number, and even a work ID he had once used, I pieced everything together. After an hour, I managed to find his secret social media account. His profile picture was a close-up of his hands on a steering wheel, and his profile name was a combination of his and that woman's birthdays. The most recent post was chilling. [A buried rose will one day be lifted by the spring rain and bloom again. My love, the source of my longing—she has been waiting for me all along.]

He replied with a cheerful smile and led me out of the room. Horse races were a common thing here and Lorak always staked his money on a horse named Hallowell and it never won! He had hopes that someday, Hallowell will finally claim the title of the fastest horse in Silvermoon, but I had a feeling that his bubble might just be bursted yet again.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

Good thing everyone is busy watching the raging of Jiro to notice anything. "Might as well," Red answers before following Raine away from the building. Once the figures are out of sight, a cloaked figure appears from the shadow. He glanced at the training ground, before glancing back to where the two disappeared. "Looks like she's right once again... I should have never tried to make a bet with her. But then again, It's rare to see her having fun," the figure mumbled before vanishing.

said Nathan and Jane nodded as well. “I am perplexed,” commented Susn,” Nothing links up at all. Mystery one, Harrison tracks the private eye up here. We follow. Mystery two, we find here Hartland murdered in his house with his house ransacked. Mystery three- how does the Boar fit in all this nonsense? Four, why on earth is Neville Guise is visiting this part of the world? Then what is happening in the Black Gorse Moor and what is with that network of tunnels?” “You left out one more,” Nathan remarked,” Who hired the private eye in the first place, Vermont?”

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

NATIONWIDE HEARTBREAK AS BYRON BLADELL GOES OF THE MARKET THE TRUE SIDE TO THE COLD PRINCE A BABY ALONG THE WAY – Byron Bladell “Outrageous. Cooking up stories based on a groundless picture.” I didn’t bother reading the last one as I clenched my jaw. My eyes went back to the photos and the woman that stirred up all the fuss. Part of her face was hidden in my embrace, the person who took this picture is talented as they captured it in such a misleading manner. Her red hair flashed In my mind as the image blurred with someone else from my memory.

"He referred them to someone else. A collector who specialises in lunar artifacts." "Who?" Casie pressed, leaning forward. "Victor Krane. Private collection in Westbrook Heights." Valeria withdrew the instrument, its silver surface now stained with a hint of red. "The Magpie left immediately after extracting this information." Rick was already checking the name on his phone. "Victor Krane, 62, retired investment banker with a reputation for eccentric collecting habits. No criminal record, but several complaints from auction houses about aggressive bidding tactics." "We need to get to him before the Magpie does," Casie decided, already moving toward the stairs.

Her name was written beneath it. Maeve Cartel. Missing. Her hair, red brown. He stare at the hair in his hands. Red brown. He ran out of the office. He’d to get results if what he suspects is true. He was right at the forensic office, giving them the hair. “We have done it before, detective, why are you still bringing it here. It doesn’t match.” “This is different. I want to confirm something.” “Okay.” He gave the teddy bear to him, he took it.