Perry Mason Novels & Stories

Mason takes a sip of the hot drink before setting it on the table. " You don't like it?" I ask and he sighs. " I am a whiskey person. Something to set my nerves ablaze." He confesses and I nod. " Don't get me wrong, I am not an alcoholic. It's just that my work needs someone who is always on their toes. " He continues and I give him a look of understanding. " So you are a police officer or something?" I ask, making Mason laugh. His laugh is music to my ears and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“I don’t know if he is still alive.” “That is not an answer,” Daisy’s father shot back, his eyes blazing. “You stood in a hospital and conspired to steal my child. You must remember the name of the man who handed her over like property. Tell us!” Hillary flinched at his fury, tears filling her eyes. “Dr. Mason,” she whispered at last. “His name was Dr. Charles Mason. He worked at St. Mary’s Hospital. He was… discreet. That’s why I trusted him. He said no one would ever find out.”

Riley’s hand moved instinctively toward her service weapon as Leandro peered through the peephole. “It’s Mason,” he said, opening the door to reveal his assistant standing in the hallway with a briefcase and an expression of barely controlled panic. Mason Patel had worked for Leandro’s security firm for three years, handling everything from client relations to financial reports. He was usually calm, the kind of person who could manage a crisis with a smile and a spreadsheet. Today, he looked like he had aged a decade overnight. “Boss,” Mason said, stepping into the apartment and immediately recoiling at the smell of stale alcohol and despair. “We need to talk.”

VEX POV The mansion feels wrong the second we step inside. Not abandoned. Not forgotten. Paused. The air still carries the faint scent of polish and old money, like the house is holding its breath, waiting for someone who’s never coming back. The lights flick on at my command, illuminating marble floors and vaulted ceilings that once watched Brynn walk these halls believing this place was her prison. Robert Mason was many things. A monster. A manipulator. A thief. But he was also meticulous.

"Tell me you found something." He pulled a tablet from his coat. "We found everything." The screen lit up with images. Photos of Chris with Becca. Bank transfers. Communications. A trail of bodies and broken lives. "Christopher Mason is a career criminal. Multiple identities, multiple wives, multiple murders. He's been running elaborate cons for fifteen years. This time, someone hired him specifically to target Marissa Hale." "Richard Hale." "Yes. But there's more." Marcus swiped to another photo. My stomach dropped. "Becca has been working with Richard Hale for two years. Since before she married you."

Mason had given her Rachel. Mason, who planned everything in advance and left nothing to chance, who had planted Dr. Weiss before the marriage and a listening device in her office before the investigation and a fake passport under a different name before he was ever charged with anything — Mason had given her the solicitor she would come to trust more than almost anyone.

"Mason just called. He’s being held at the casino, and the house is ready to take his finger." Ethan didn't blink. He’d already received the report from his informants. Mason had been betting aggressively, trying to prove his dominance. "Does it grieve you?" The sound of his nephew’s name on my lips clearly ignited a spark of irritation in him. "The debt collectors believe he has the new Parker system, so they fueled his spree. Now they want the code as payment," I said, speaking slowly. "You’re one of the few who knows the truth about the program..."

Harvey replied calmly, “He’s from Mordu University? Let him in.” After a moment, a balding man walked in while trying to catch his breath. His eyes lit up after seeing Harvey, then hurried over and bowed respectfully. “You must be the respectable Consultant York. I am the deputy dean of Mordu University, Percy Williams. I am in charge of all university-related research projects.” Harvey took a glance at him and calmly replied, “Isn’t the representative of your university Sasha Larson?” Percy’s eyes lit up. He felt like there was a chance.

After about thirty minutes, she reached the police station, got out of her car, locked it, and made her way inside the station then reminded herself to keep a strong demeanor no matter what she was going to find out now. When she walked to the counter that a policeman was standing behind, she greeted him and told him that the inspector was expecting her so he nods and took her to a small room that looks like a mini-conference room then told her to wait and that they would join her soon. Two minutes later a man and a woman came in and shook hands with her as they all introduced themselves to each other. The man was detective Sawyer and the woman was Angela his assistant, then after the exchan

I answer back as I finally do shake the hand outstretched to me. For longer than I care to admit, we stare at one another. "Class, please welcome Caleb's dad and listen as he speaks about what he does all day." I watch as Mason waves to the class and every girl in the room eyes him like a piece of meat. Never mind that he's too old for every single one of them. A part of me wants to tell them to back off, I've had this man, and he's way too much for any of them. "Hi, I'm Officer Mason Harrison with the Laurel Springs Police Department, and I'm also known as Menace with the Moonshine Task Force."