Roger Rabbit Detective Novels & Stories

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

It would not be easy for Roger to kill them and bring their heads back! Besides, he had heard about a powerful rabbit before his arrival. It was rumored that the rabbit could speak human language and was very talkative. Therefore, Roger was interested in Philip's rabbit and wanted to take it away. He had seen a rabbit hopping around planting vegetables when he first entered the door. Although it was a weird sight, it just made him even more excited. The rabbit was clearly not a creature to be trifled with, and it behaved differently from other normal rabbits. It would certainly grab attention if he could bring the rabbit out with him.

Standing, I give a stretch and then begin to move, being sure to stay in the shadows until I’m close enough to hear what is going on inside the room he disappeared into. “Did you bring it?” A deep, gruff voice asks. “O-of course,” he stammers. Extending my senses further, I listen as the sounds of something being placed on a table can be heard. Once it is in place, multiple clicks follow. “These are the routes.” “Good, good,” the gruff voice chuckles. “It seems that Roger pulled through as promised.” “Of course, he is a man of his word and can be trusted.” I had to let out a huff of amusement over hearing that. Trusted. That man wasn’t loyal to any damn body.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

“I’ve lived in this house for thirty-one years! I know every animal that comes through that garden. Foxes in winter. Hedgehogs under the shed. That fat pigeon your mother insists on feeding even though it’s destroyed every tomato plant I’ve ever grown.” I leaned back in the chair and pressed the phone harder against my ear. “I have never,” he continued firmly, “seen a snake on that path. Not once. Not in thirty-one years. And this wasn’t some grass snake that wandered in from the field. This thing was small, bright markings, sitting right in the middle of the step like somebody set it down with both hands.” “What kind was it?” “I took a photo before I dealt with it.” He paused. “Sent it to R

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

' ------ "Why do you want to meet me?" "I'm from the State Attorney ..." Roger gave his card to detective Austin "You handled about Diane Lockhart case, right?" "You mean Mr. Overby case?" Detective Austin replied, looked focus at him Roger lean forward in his seat "I heard that Miss. Lockhart is the main suspect, can you tell me clearly about this case?" said Roger, making Austin raise his eyebrows while stared at him ------

The girl beside Walter spoke up trying to give an explanation but was shut up by Jane's glare. "Listen Jane..." Walter tried to calm Jane to explain further. ... Roger has been in panic since Robert was rescued but to his surprise they were not making any move. Roger couldn't get what was going on in their mind. They might have tried to investigate more about Roger but they weren't which only made him more confused. He was just thinking about those things when his assistant came in and reported, "Master we've noticed that someone's trying to investigate about you secretly." A smile came on Roger's face. "It must be the Jenner girl. Let her investigate as we want."

Roger was the confrontational type, unhappy to have his authority challenged. "Oh, you want to know? Well, I'll tell you, it's precisely because your wife is a close friend of someone under investigation, and the other suspect is an influential man in the city. Now, detective, enough, don't get in my way!" I warned, already out of patience. "No, no. That's not how things work around here. You're coming with me to the police station, and there you'll explain everything that's happening properly." Roger was trying to assert himself; he would not give up.

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.