Perry Mason Novelas e Histórias

Mason was seated at the end of the room waiting for Lena and Charles to return, on his face was fear and worry. Mason held his chest and gaped for air when Charles and Lena appeared from thin air. Charles laid Lena on the bed and ordered her to rest. <<<>>> Jeremy had arrived at Gray city; he was in his human form. Jeremy was driven by Maverick who was silent as they drove by and saw posters around the city about a missing person. After a while of seeing the same poster over and over again he ordered Maverick to stop the car so he could see who exactly was missing.immediately the order was given Maverick obeyed and stopped the car.

IT WAS THE NEXT DAY when Stephenie was surprised to see Mrs. Morgan inside her room. Perry’s mother requested a nurse to assist Stephenie in a wheelchair so that she may come along with her to see Perry. Mrs. Morgan remained completely silent throughout. She never mentioned anything else about Perry, leaving Stephenie puzzled and worried. And, as much as she wanted to inquire about it, she ultimately preferred to remain silent. Stephenie detected a distinct aura from her, prompting her to abandon her attempt to initiate a conversation about Perry.

Unlike Mason, I have self-control, and I am not sleeping with Josie Walker. Though the thought of having her in my bed sends a rush through me. Dammit. “Funny seeing you here again,” Poppy says with a big smile. She scoots over and pats the space on the bench next to her. “This is my friend, Josie,” she introduces to Mason. “And this is Dr. Harris’s brother.” She bats her eyelashes a few times, eyeing Mason up and down. “He's an FBI agent.” “It's a pleasure to meet you, Josie,” Mason says, sitting down next to Poppy and extending his hand for Jose to shake. “I was just telling my brother that you have to be new in town, 'cause I would definitely remember a pretty face like yours.”

Mason sat at the far end of the table, his elbows resting on the scarred wood, eyes locked on the man across from him. Detective Owen Rourke, lean, mid-forties, face weathered by years of back-alley stakeouts and sleepless nights had always been the sort of cop Mason could read at a glance. Tonight, though, his partner of nearly eight years was a stone wall. No flicker of guilt, no nervous ticks, no defensive posture. Just stillness. “You were at the docks the night before Julian disappeared,” Mason began, his tone low and even. “That’s not in your report. In fact, your report says you were home.”

ANDREW ~ “What the fuck do you mean you’re closing the case?!” Mason’s voice echoed through the room like a slap to the face. I sat still in the uncomfortable plastic chair, feeling the walls close in. The detective across from us—Detective Omar, same guy who’d barely blinked when I begged for answers three years ago—leaned back in his chair like he was already bored. “You heard me clearly, Mason. Don’t make me repeat myself.” “I don’t need you to repeat it,” Mason barked, standing now, hands clenched at his sides. “I need you to explain how the fuck a case involving a car accident that left a woman in a coma just gets dropped because it’s inconvenient.”

And yet, he knew the more he lingered with his discovery, the more dire things could get. Something was amiss. The man could feel it in his bones. From the patterned attacks, to the strange state of the victims after death, a bizarre thread was connecting each case—with its centrepiece still a mystery. The Sheriff's cell rang, pulling his thoughts back to the room. He picked up at the second ring. “Hello. Sheriff McKenna speaking.” “Good morning, sir—Sheriff.” The sound of shuffling paper filled the speaker. “It's uh, Mason. Mason Grady, sir.”

Dominance written all over. “You're the forensic accountant from the merger team?” Stephanie said, raising her brows. “Yes. Peter Richard.” He pressed a warm smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, your son ordered pizza at my address. So I noticed and quickly brought it back.” “Perry… how did?..” Her voice cracked. “The router signal.” Peter pointed. “The dispatch rider showed the original address.” “Oh!” That's true.” She stretched her hands to take it. Perry's eyes winced at him from the corner. “Wouldn't you mind coming inside?” Perry said as Stephanie's eyes cut at his. Was Perry swinging into execution pretty fast.? Peter muttered.

The steady, heavy footsteps walking across the polished concrete floor belonged to Mason. "The private jet from Seattle just landed," Mason said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room. "They are heading up from the garage right now." I watched my own reflection in the tinted glass. My hair was pulled back neatly, my makeup minimal, my posture perfectly straight. I looked like a woman who commanded an operating room, a woman who held life and death in her hands every single day. I looked nothing like the ghost who had packed a single travel bag in the dark.

Jensen’s POV I arrived at Mike’s house and was greeted by Mrs. Perkins. She wrapped me in a hug, I wanted to push her away but she was an older woman and I did have respect. “Jensen, my dear it’s so good to finally see you. Mike is in his office waiting for you.” I smiled at her and headed back to Mike’s office. As I approached I could hear him talking with Trevor. Then I heard a voice that I never thought I would hear again. My anger flashed and all I saw was red. She was never supposed to come back here. I let her go once I would not do it again. I drew my gun and burst through the door. Mike and Trevor’s eyes widened as I pointed the gun at the blonde woman sitting in the chair. “What the

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.