Perry Mason Novels & Stories

Mrs. Moss looked hopeful when she saw the person coming. “Detain this woman, Morgan. Keep her in jail for the rest of her life so she can’t bring evil onto this world again.” “Calm down, Aunty,” the man said. His name was Morgan Moss, Jason’s elder cousin, the chief of the North District Police Department, the youngest chief ever. He had a stern face, tough look, tall body stature, and he was wearing a black and blue uniform with golden epaulettes that glinted under the light. Morgan and Jason looked much alike, just that Morgan was more handsome in the traditional sense.

But there was something off about the place. Mason sat back on the couch, his eyes fixed on the maid. She looked scared, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding contact with Mason's piercing gaze. Mason pulled her onto his lap, and she winced in pain as he grabbed her arm. "That's better," he said, his voice slurred with alcohol. "Now, where were we?" Detective Brad cleared his throat, trying to get Mason's attention. "Excuse me, Mr. anonymous…I need to speak with Miss Gates about a case," he said, his voice firm.

By the time I answered, I stood in front of him. He'd gained weight over the years, and his face showed the wear and tear of decades on a small-town police force. Mason Belle didn't have a high crime rate, but the sheriff's job in this county went beyond just arresting criminals. He played counselor to misguided youth, peacekeeper to squabbling spouses, and charity organizer to families in need. "What are you doing out here after dark?" I was tired and not the least bit interested in having a conversation, but Sheriff Patton wouldn't think twice about getting in his cruiser and calling my dad to rat me out. "Like I said, looking for Miranda Adams." I sounded like a broken record.

If anything it has been the thing I chased my whole life, yet here I am wishing on every world that it is all just a lie, a nightmare. "Mark called." Mason pauses and turns around to face me before he explained, "The second call to the FBI regarding Ray's murder. It had a name." Mason pauses again as if thinking if it is the right place or time to tell this. But he does not know there will be no right time or place to know how Iris betrayed my trust. "What name?" I questioned him, holding onto my already fast beating heart. "Iris Grace Emerson." Mason says and my whole world came crashing down. Everything fell apart with those three words. I have doubts, questions and a lot of uncertainty. B

He replied with a grin. "So, you want to snitch on me then?" Jason cast Mason an eye. "No." Mason replied and brought his face closer to Jason, "You lied in the morning." Mason said with a knowing smirk. "I saw your traces on Aunty Rory's computer. So you also like that president Jarek." Mason said with a grin. Jason turned toward Mason with a frown, "What do you mean you also? Do you like him?" Mason doesn't notice Jason frowning because he nodded immediately, "Of course I do. Ariel also does. He might be cool. I bet he has a lot of limited edition collections, and a lot of cars, didn't you see the way he looks rich."

He hadn’t eaten or slept, he just kept watch. Mason got into his SUV and started it, ordering a pizza before he started the fifteen minute drive home. He’d arrive roughly at the same time as the pizza. He wanted to eat, shower, drown his sorrows in a bottle of Scotch and then sleep it off since it was already ten pm. Grace was staying with Carey for the whole weekend and he wanted to wallow. The best specialists had already seen Kelley, read his files and none of them had answers. Connor kept searching and Mason kept quiet. Connor needed to search like he needed to wallow.

"Yes, you send me the exact directions. - Mason tells her confidently, it was likely that Sara was nearby - Oh, son, you definitely don't give up, I'll send you the data. Best of luck boy. -Thank you Hernán, and please prioritize my divorce, I need to get rid of that problem right now. -It is ok. Mason has decided to travel to the town near the accident where Paulette died, it was important to find out why Sara's documents were in the car, the police had decided not to help him anymore, this time it was his turn alone, his family had disappeared again thinking that Lorena would take care of it, so again he had to start from scratch, but for Sara and her son I would do it as many times as ne

he said, gesturing to the room upstairs. "Come on, then. I'm eager to know how things worked out," I went ahead of him. We ascended the stairs, making our way to the last room in the hall. "I got a call from Mason a while ago," Perez started. "Mason?" I repeated. Mason was our guy in the CIA who informed us about whatever they were up to and helped to keep his little agency off our trail. "What did he say?" I slowed down my pace. "We are on their Radar now."

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

It was also the first time he had heard of a homewrecker being arrested for hiring a male prostitute and then calling her husband to bail her out. Angela was certainly a weird one. Danny did not ask further questions. After all, he had no reason to get involved in the personal affairs of others. Another half an hour passed. The police officers were staring fixedly at the entrance to the station. Why hadn't the cuckolded husband arrived yet? If he didn't arrive soon, they would be changing shifts! Finally, just a minute before the shift was about to change, Perry came in. He had gone to a museum in a neighboring state, and he'd been planning on resting there for a few days before returning.