Perry Mason Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened as she stared into his confused dark orbs and her mouth hanged agape. "Margaret, Margaret Wilson right?" Mason asked in bewilderment. "Did I get the right address?" He questioned himself as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check if the address Kelsey had sent him last night was correct. "Are you here for Kelsey?" She asked him, halting his action of checking his phone. He looked up from his phone and stared at her in confusion. "Yes..." He answered. "Do you know Kelsey Parker?" He questioned her with a raised brow.

It was bringing back my nostalgic feelings , it was Paisley's scent. Why would I be perceiving Paisley on Mason, that would only make sense if... "Mason, have you been seeing Paisley!?" I blurted as Mason sat back giving me a confused look and suddenly started laughing, I kept a straight face and glared at him. "That was a serious question, have you been seeing Paisley behind my back!?" I yelled, I knew that I wasn’t making sense. Mason and I have been searching for Paisley together, so there's no way he would find her and not tell me... right?

“That arrogant guy. He looks at me as if I’m a piece of trash in front of him. How despicable!” After going home that evening when he met Caleb in Sierra’s place, Mason immediately ordered his people to investigate, but he got nothing up to date. Mason’s face darkened as he glared at his secretary, Robin. “I want to know exactly who Caleb West is,” Mason demanded. “I must know what kind of person he is and I want answers!” The secretary nodded, knowing that Mason wouldn't allow anything less than a thorough investigation. For the next few days, Mason’s team worked tirelessly to uncover any information they could find on Caleb West. They looked through census records, property records, busine

Rory was so excited Chloe not only remembered who she was but took the time to write her a personalized note inside the card. “Mason moved?” “Yeah. He’s an FBI agent now,” I tell her. “He’s all over the place.” “That’s fitting for him.” She smiles. “What about you?” “I’m a doctor. I’ve been at a trauma center in Chicago for a few years now.”

he said. “Hold on. An investigator? In New York? You're Mason Pierce!” Dad exclaimed, his voice high pitched like he was excited about something. I looked at him, wondering how he knew Mason’s surname. My heart was racing in my chest. “Morgan! This is the guy! The one on the news last night who promised to get the culprit behind the assassination attempt at the entrance cooperate gala two nights ago.” Dad expressed in excitement. He even adjusted his posture by himself. “And you said it casually like that? You're the New York City chief investigator!”

the man reassured him. Mason nodded eagerly. "Okay, thanks, Master. Oh, by the way... I want to call my mom so she doesn't worry about me." "No need to rush. Once we're done eating, I'll take you home myself," the man promised. "Alright then," Mason agreed easily. ... Spencer had been tracking the mysterious man from the moment he got off the plane, piecing together his movements. He immediately called Damon. "Mr. Sumner, we've got a lead. The man who took Mr. Mason is named Alexander Kinsey. He flew into town today and doesn't appear to be connected to Gabriel.

His piercing grey eyes remain fixed on the digital map of the Blackveil District floating on the screen before him. "They called her a bloodless human," Mason continues, leaning against the edge of the table. "Said she was an imposter leeching off their resources. They brought back their true daughter, Piper, and tossed Darcy into the slums with a kill-on-sight order if she returns."

It made me sick. Mason parked at the forest packhouse. He waited for me to alight from the jeep, but he never came down. "Are you not coming?" I asked him, and he shook his head. "Will be back in approximately two hours. I need to collect a file from the Private Investigator, Timber Dalton. He has a lead on what is happening," he said, and I tried to get back in, but he stopped me. "I cannot sit here all by myself. I am already freaking out, as things are. I need to be occupied," I said to Mason, but he shook his head.

“ Yes, ma'am. “He replies, and I inhale deeply. I drop my phone into my purse and alight the car. I slowly walk up the clean porch and climb the stairs leading to the door. I ring the doorbell, and instantly the door opens. I look back at my driver and find him staring curiously at me. He's a man in his late fifties. He looks after me because he's my driver, but he still always tries to avoid getting into my business. He's a less nosy version of a second father. I inhale deeply and walk into the house, and the door shuts behind me. Causing me to jump a bit in fright. Okay… So, the door just shut on its own. Nothing strange. Could be an electronic door… I look up and find the room before me i

She adds with a wink. Mrs. Percy has two grown sons, both cofounders of a multi billion dollar construction company. She lacks nothing, but never wanted to leave Wemp Creek after the death of her husband. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate this." Her expression softens. " I'm glad to help, sweetie. Speaking of help," her finger tips hover over my face, " you look like you haven't had a good night's sleep in ages." I tense and step back. More like in a year. I haven't slept properly since I escaped Mason. My nightmares have become more and more frequent since then.