Investigators Book 9 Novels & Stories

"I know, but if it saves her life, I don't care what happens to me." "I don't believe a single word you're saying," Vince growled, and he kicked Nine. She fell backward with a gasp and caught herself on her palms. Her wrists bent at an unnatural angle behind her. Vince pointed his gun at her once more, and fury flared deep in Kade's bones. "This disgusting bitch will die. End of story." "Her confession warrants an investigation, Vincent," Rita pointed out. "If there's a chance Nine's a Fortunate, we have to look into it. It's the law."

Arthur~ By the time the investigator arrived at my office, I was already running out of explanations that made sense. The problem was no longer Toby. Five days earlier, Toby had been at the center of everything—the blood match, the hospital records, the conflicting dates, and the shocking possibility that an entire child had existed in the gap between what I believed and what had actually happened. Now the situation felt far more tangled. Every answer I uncovered only created three new questions in its place. I stood by the tall windows, staring out over the city skyline, when the investigator dropped a thick file onto my desk with a heavy thud.

The text finalized the proof that would destroy my life. The investigator's text read: "I found the medical anomalies. The kid is a ghost."

"Great, I actually wanted to speak with Gina about this actually. I need some of her insight." Darral immediately noticed Andrew shudder at the mention of Gina. "She still scares you?" Darral whispered with a chuckle. Andrew glared at him defiantly. "Officer Michaels does not scare me. I Just think it is best to stay away from her and not cross paths with her." Andrew said. He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself and not the amused Darral. "Actually Selena," Owen started. "I suggest that you stay away from this new investigation even if it has piqued your interest. Just focus on finding the evidence we need to get the Parker girl killer behind bars."

Maybe they had finally found somebody hidden. Somebody overlooked. Somebody important. The possibility changed everything. The notebooks filled an entire week. There were so many. Too many. Every page seemed connected to another. Every answer created more questions. The investigation expanded rapidly. Victor became one part of a much larger story. Sebastien became one part too. Even Laurent started looking insignificant. Not harmless. Never harmless. Small. The distinction mattered. Three days into reading the notebooks, Jessica found something unusual. A folded page hidden inside the final journal.

I know I had the right phone number, and I sent a lot of damaging evidence. Janelle and Franco are still hiding from Damian’s attack dogs. They’re completely off-grid. Lying low until Luca comes back. They’ll resurface and plead their case to the Capo. They’ll be fine. But Anita, where the hell was she? I need her eyes and ears on the inside. She should be watching Damian at the office and softening up my grandpa. Getting me information on everything happening. I was about to turn in for the night when I got my first bit of good news; a text from a number I didn’t recognize, on my burner phone. Very few people have this number.

They turned when she stirred. “Good morning,” Elaine said gently. “Sleep well?” Sophia nodded, rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” “You needed it,” Daniel said. “And you’ll need more. Because we’ve got news.” She sat up. “What?” James stepped forward. “We’ve hired an investigator. Silas Thorne. One of the best. He’s going to look into everything — the fire, the fake technician, the IV switch. Every detail. Every timeline. Every person connected to that night.”

It made him sad to see his father like this. “Excuse me, gentlemen. May we have a word with you?” Heath recognized the two men walking toward them. They were the investigators handling the money laundering case. “Of course, it’s nice to see you again.” Rowan turned on his charm when he too recognized the investigators. “Is there a problem? More evidence? Or a new lead?”

The officer taked the business card, "Albert- Detective." Inside a large garden filled with colorful flowers, next to an artificial lake that can be seen from afar, where schools of fish are swimming, one young man is looking at the scenery around his house when he suddenly hears a ting ting sound. He gently opens his laptop to check the inbox, "Hi! Do you still remember me? It's been a long time since we worked together. I really need your help. I'm sure this case won't let you down- Vincent" He gets up and slowly walks to his huge 4-story bookshelf, climbs a folding ladder and reaches for a book "Criminal Psychology." He smiles and wonders: "What's interesting about your place?" He looks

The investigators’ footsteps were already moving across the map, the server files warming in some distant cool room, and a ledger sat somewhere on a screen waiting to be opened. Elena exhaled and reached for Damian’s hand across the table. He took it. For an instant the touch was a small covenant. Then the intercom in the building buzzed with the registry’s clipped announcement: *Mr. Kingstone, the city investigator requests your presence immediately at downtown headquarters.*