Investigators Book 9 Novels & Stories

But the doctor didn’t return. Instead, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I stepped out into the hallway and answered in a whisper. “Hello?” A deep voice replied, “Miss Prescott. It’s the investigator.” My pulse quickened. “I have the first complete set of results,” he continued. “About the accident. About the cover-up. And about Ember.” My breath caught. “Tell me.” There was a pause. “You need to prepare yourself. None of it is what you think.” A chill ran down my spine.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

After some minutes of silence,I heard him say, “I don’t want her to get hurt.” I looked at him. “Then let her fight.” He didn’t answer right away, but I think he understood. *** Inside, Isabella had already made her shortlist of investigators. She showed me each and every of their profiles. “This one specializes in corporate takedowns,” she said, pointing. “And this one did a profile for a media scandal I followed two years ago. Real bloodhound energy.” I pointed to a third one. “This guy looks boring enough to be dangerous.”

I bowed my head, hair falling forward to hide my eyes “Then go ahead and scold me if that is what you are here for” He stayed silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke again. “Of course there will be scolding and punishment if your answers to the questions I’m about to ask turns out to be yes” I looked up at him. He was full of composure and there is this aura that exudes from him. He was the definition of calmness “Have you done that to someone else?” he asked What? Done what? I blinked, confused “Have you ever fingered yourself in another man’s bed? And have you let any other man touch or fuck your pussy?”

“That’s not mine! I’ve never seen that before! She planted it! Isabel must have planted it when she was here!” Her lies were becoming more frantic, less coherent. The mask was slipping, revealing the raw panic beneath. Another investigator called from the bedroom. “Found a journal, sir. Detailed entries. And a dedicated, encrypted router.” The bodycam feed panned to a leather-bound journal on the nightstand. Croft flipped it open. His eyebrows rose almost imperceptibly. He read aloud, his voice still flat, but each word a hammer blow. “‘September 12th. The bet is set. Alessandro took the bait. His ego is so predictable. Phase one complete.’” He flipped a page. “‘October 3rd. The clinic photo

No confirmed burial. No confirmed identities. His police instincts rebelled. A homicide investigation without a victim. An adoption case without birth records. A Cold War bunker beneath an abandoned quarry. An international conspiracy reaching Australia. He almost laughed. Instead, he whispered to himself, "This isn't one investigation anymore." "It's ten investigations pretending to be one." Obadiah noticed him. "You've disappeared into your thoughts again." Bethwel smiled faintly. "I was thinking about evidence." "What about it?" The inspector looked toward the collapsed quarry wall.

“You do know that I’m an investigator. We’re trained to sum people up upon meeting them.” “So, these investigator skills of yours told you that I am a womanizer?” he asked with tension in his voice. “Actually, no,” I replied. “It was your behavior in my bedroom.” He threw his head back in laughter. “My dear, beautiful Esmerelda. I was a red blooded man in the presence of a sexy female who took her top off to expose her spectacular breasts even though I’d expressed my intentions of returning to wake her from a nap. What did you expect?”

But these aren’t the detectives one would expect at a crime scene. “This is definitely one of the twins. Clear this shit up, I don’t want any form of human interference in this. Especially the police, that would just be bad for business”. “We found this ma’am” one of the goons walk to the red haired woman and hands a book to her. “What is this?” “Have a look”. She opens the book and sees his name, Drago Morningstar. “O, what do we have here?”, she says to herself and flips the next page to see another name, Nightmare.

I said firmly. Nathan crossed his arms. “Edward, if there’s pack business requiring attention—” “There isn’t,” I interrupted, too quickly. The phone rang a third time. Everyone in the room was staring now, questions written across their faces. My facade was cracking under pressure. I finally accepted the call, stepping away from the group. “What?” I hissed into the device. “Sir, the investigators found everything,” Dr. Voss’s voice was panic-stricken. “The laboratory, the ritual chamber, financial records connecting to Benjamin’s accounts. They know about the network.”

"I love chocolate." After finishing the chocolate cupcakes, Amanda led James upstairs to his bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor opposite Kevin and Emma's master bedroom, while Emma went to check on Ivy after learning the little girl had been looking for her since morning. Emma entered Ivy's room and found her sleeping soundly but her storybooks still lay on the duvet. Emma tucked Ivy into the blanket and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart brimmed with love and tenderness as she watched the little girl drift off to dreamland. She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales