Investigators Book 9 Novels & Stories

Hell Hounds by Klaira Blains Come see what happens when the wolfie biker babe, Yolanda Redgrave, is sent to get the RCMP officer, Sargent Ian Bennet, off the trail of supernatural evidence. A group of hunters have found something and reported it. Now Ian has picked the short straw and has been ordered to investigate it. The Canadian Government and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police don’t often talk about it. But they are convinced that there are things out there that really go bump in the night, and they aren’t afraid to send out a few brave souls to investigate these reports. How will our much-loved tactless heroine handle this? Happy Holidays Everyone.

He was right; I needed to have a little faith. I smiled. “Oh...by the way, I brought this for you.” He pulled from his jacket pocket, the book we found at Miss Rosenthal’s house and pushed it in my direction. “The FBI is counting on you to decipher the book,” he said in an optimistic tone. “Wait...what?” Shooting him a confused glance. “Did you say FBI? Since when?” “Yes, the FBI took over, after the case made national news. With all the deaths and disappearances; including Mrs. Rosenthal and...”

A printer whirred to life in the corner. "I'm assigning Lead Investigator Miller," Rivera said. "He's the best arson guy we have. He found a trace of kerosene on a brick from a fire that happened in 1990. If she left a mark, he'll find it." She handed Liam a form. Authorization to Reopen. "Sign here." Liam signed. He passed the pen to Aurora. She signed. Aurora Vale-Cross. The signature was sharp. Jagged. "We'll find the truth," Rivera promised, taking the paper back. "All of it."

Never did I imagine that the investigation regarding Martin's accident would take such a sloppy and unprofessional turn. I actually tried speaking to the cops myself, hoping they would at least give me the right to deny and counter the accusations but unfortunately, they claimed I had to wait till the prosecutor in charge was ready to interrogate me but until then I have to maintain silence and wait till they were ready to attend to me. "Gabriella Johansson." A gruff voice calls out my name and I immediately stood up from were I was seated. "Come with me." A short and frustrated looking cop growls in a grumpy tone, letting me out of my cell and pushing towards where I assume I'm to be interr

I snorted as my head started to boil in irritation. So, up until now the case is still pending with only a bit of progress? That’s pure bullcrap. What kind of people did we hire to investigate? Not even any single evidence is found after almost a month?! Grandpa, like he can see through my previous thoughts, explained. “Our investigators are the best in their field, Meda. But it seems that the people responsible for this are wise and knowledgeable enough. They have cleaned it all before we could start tracking where it all started.”

“That’s the same answer you gave me last time.” “Yes.” “And I told you I don’t believe in coincidences.” The investigator hesitated before continuing. “So we started digging deeper.” “How deep?” “Beyond public records.” “Private registries.” “Archived medical licenses.” “Immigration logs.” Lysandra stepped closer. “And?” Another investigator pulled up a timeline chart on the screen. “That’s where things get… strange.” Lysandra studied the board. Two names appeared side by side. Seraphina Blackwell Dr. Sera Voss

Casie asked, grateful for the shift to professional matters. "Three more Order operatives identified in neighbouring territories," Nathaniel replied, his expression grim. "They're mobilising significant resources." "Seraphina's making her play," Casie nodded. Text hit all three of their phones at once, it was Mendoza: We have a body: Eilbron Matthews, forty, owner of the burger joint Flip Side Burgers, part-time social media star and apparently a black market antique dealer according to the staff that found his body in his shop this morning as they came in to set up. Angel Jackson, store manager, and Jai Thompson, cashier. Councillor Throne’s team has sealed off the store for now. You speak

I wasn't even sure she'd heard me. Outside, the hallway felt colder than before. The nurse gave me a sympathetic look as I walked past, but I couldn't bring myself to return it. My mother's words echoed relentlessly inside my head. “There were four, none of them were supposed to die, someone betrayed the others.” Every answer had only created ten more questions. I had just reached my car when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The investigator. “Hello?” I answered immediately. "What did you find?" “It's urgent.” His voice came through the speaker, low and urgent. "I found Victor."

He called the investigator at nine. Not about the protection detail. Not about the surveillance photographs. Not about the package or the office incident. “MAKADI STREET” he said. "I want everything. From the beginning. Not the summary. Everything." A pause on the line. "Sir, we've sent you —" "I've read the reports. I want you to tell me. From the beginning. Everything you know and everything you suspect and everything that doesn't fit neatly into a report."

"It knows how we think." No one moved. No one dared speak. For the first time since Ava Morgan had vanished, every investigator understood the horrifying truth. They believed they had been studying an invisible predator, carefully dismantling its secrets one clue at a time. Instead, every question they had asked, every theory they had formed, and every step they had taken had become part of someone else's experiment. Or something else's. The hunters were no longer investigating the Predator. The Predator had begun investigating them.