Perry Mason Series Novels & Stories

Caleb said as Care and Jason surrounded him. “I don’t know why we are searching for a mysterious boy named Mason. We are here to find some clues about MW.” Care said as her words struck Caleb’s mind. MW. Is that the threatener calls himself? The email has the ID Mason White. It’s exactly the same. He just kept his name. “Mason White... that’s his name. And he looks like Scott. What does that mean?” Caleb turned towards them. “Scott has to be Mason. But that’s not possible. Scott will never betray Charlotte.” Caroline said stubbornly.

Casie felt the weight of both men's attention, the careful balance she'd maintained for ten years finally reaching its breaking point. "I'll explain on the way," she said, making a decision that would change everything. "But right now, we have a potential victim to protect." Rick's phone buzzed as they headed for the elevator. His face went pale as he read the message. "Mason Reeves didn't show up for work today," he said. "His assistant found blood in his apartment." The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, sealing them in with the weight of their failure. They were already too late.

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.”

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

“Persistent is one word for it.” She snorts, spins back to her screens, and flicks a finger at the empty stool beside her. “Sit. Don’t touch anything. Don’t breathe on my keyboard. And if you start crying I’m kicking you out.” I drop onto the stool. “Noted.” Her fingers dance across the keys. One monitor fills with a satellite view of Ravencrest, red dots pulsing in three tight clusters. She zooms in. “Mason’s been busy. Last ten days he’s hit the same three districts. Warehouse row on the east side, the old textile quarter south of the river, and that half-dead industrial park near the highway interchange. No pattern at first glance, but he’s circling something.”

"Suit yourself but you are going back to work tomorrow." "I already planned to." I said, setting my glass down. "No more hiding, I have got a board to answer to and an empire to run. Lyra Logan can chase ghosts all she wants, I’m not her man, I am not Mason." Charles pushed off the counter. “Alright, I will leave it alone." "Thank you." He paused at the door. "But maybe ask yourself something, Cas." I raised an eyebrow wondering what he is talking about.. "If you are so sure she’s lying or that you are not Mason… why do you have the necklace and how does she know about your scar and your hate for mushrooms?"

“At the Barrymore’s cookout, I witnessed Perry having a heated argument with some guy. Perry said it was just family business and not to worry about it. But I think it must have been about what McBain wanted him to do.” Grayson walked over to a framed picture of Perry and Jacob sitting on a bookshelf. “This is Perry’s son?” I glanced over. “Yeah, that’s Jacob.” Hurrying back over to his laptop, Grayson pulled up some more photos. “No, this is Perry’s son.” He turned the laptop to face me. I looked at the photo of Perry holding a little boy, about 4 years old. Unlike the Jacob I met, this boy had Perry’s large, expressive blue eyes and dark brown hair. Anyone could see, Perry was clearly that