Northwest Mansion Mystery Novels & Stories

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?”

He grinned and said nothing and pulled out of the gates. I looked back through the window as we drove away. The mansion sat at the end of the private road, lit and enormous in the morning light. Someone standing there. Dark clothes. Still. Just… standing at the glass looking out. I blinked. The window was empty. A shadow maybe. The angle of the morning light playing tricks. I couldn't be sure I'd seen anything at all. I faced forward. Niko was talking about something. I heard none of it.

The familiar dark smell of hard tobacco hit my nose the moment I stepped my legs into the mansion that held nothing but dark secrets of one of the most elite societies in all of the United States. The caving of the polar bear mixed with the beautiful flowers and then its dark aria was exactly what you needed to know about Rico and the man he was. The moment we stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but notice all the guards stationed at every end of the mansion. The fact that they didn’t bother to approach me already told me what I needed to know , he knew I was here.

Enough time to settle in, review strategy, and make sure everything ran like clockwork. This deal wasn’t just business—it was power, legacy, and control. And failure wasn’t in my vocabulary. But as the convoy rolled out, cutting through the pristine streets of Ravenport, I couldn’t shake the faint feeling in my gut. Damien Knight is a very strange being.... --- Knight Estate....... The mansion loomed against the twilight like something out of an old European painting—iron gates, sprawling gardens, and a driveway that stretched like a runway. Security was everywhere, discreet but impossible to miss.

There are no CCTV cameras in the mansion for safety, but there's one placed at the front door. He set the laptop on the table and pressed play. The grainy black-and-white video rolled, after guests finished going in, Sterling left the building, then past 1a.m. Cassian leaves. Then me. The footage jumped forward to just after three a.m. Sterling again, but walking into the mansion. He paused the video. Must have been when he went in to get me snacks. “Funny,” the detective murmured, eyes cutting toward me. “I wonder why the ‘Blackwells’ were going in and out around the time of death.”

**** It was noon and I was in my office going through some files when I realized something. I stood up and ran to my basement The door creaked open, and I flicked on the lights. The air down here was colder, heavier -as of the walls themselves remembered every secret ever whispered within the . I hadn't been down here in week. But now that I was, I realized that I was missing a few old documents. I walked towards the cabinets and just as I had suspected, it was true. The blueprint of the mansion was missing. Someone had stolen from me. Someone that knew about this basement

“We’re not staying at the family estate.” “What? Where, then?” Lorenzo asked, frowning as he started the car. “The North Estate,” I said simply. Lorenzo glanced at me in confusion. “North Estate? What’s that?” “It’s a house,” I replied dryly, smirking at his perplexed look. “Oh, yeah, very descriptive,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Just drive,” I ordered, leaning back as the SUV roared onto the road. The North Estate was a place, far removed from the trouble of the city. As we arrived, armed guards stood at attention, their expressions unreadable. The heavy gates creaked open, revealing a sprawling mansion surrounded by snow-covered trees.

More and Ever lived in a pretty cool mansion I have to say, it wasn't a wolf only party, I knew immediately I stepped down from the car, human smell was part of the things that annoyed me. I led the team into the open door of the large mansion, Angela closely behind me. As I stepped into the bright lights, different scent of wolves and human filled my nose. "Oh my gosh, they weren't lying, North is here" I heard a girly squeak as I stepped in. Eyes turned to us, girls squeaked and waved, the other exchanged friendly handshakes with the other. I only swept through the party moodily, following Jessica's scent. Aware that Angela was following me closely.

Feliks flagged a cab alone and gave the driver the Moretti family address in Westchester. When he arrived at the main gate, he was greeted by yellow police tape running the full length of the outer fence. Patrol car lights. Cold and still—the rotation long since stopped, leaving behind only the grave, suffocating aftermath. Forensic detectives murmured across the front yard. The main door of the Moretti mansion stood wide open, exposing the dark, deeply wrong activity within. The velvet box slipped from his grip. He didn’t notice when. All he knew was one moment it was in his hand, and the next it lay on the frozen ground near his feet, the silver starfish peeking through the gap of its fall