Roger Rabbit Detective Novels & Stories

“We only set camp here because we felt the royal forest was safer than anywhere else. We did not expect that they would be here too. As soon as this problem is gone, we’ll leave.” “If you help us, I can talk to the king about it,” she told him. Yes, she had been sent out here to check out rogues, but she had found a bigger problem. Rogues were nothing compared to corrupted wolves. If these rogues could provide important information about them, it would be a huge favour to Julian. The male nodded. “My name is Roger.” “I’m Lyra,” she told him. Roger’s eyes lifted towards the ceiling of the chamber. “How did you find us?”

The rabbit that’s been chasing the clock for a good while. “Think deep and be cautious, for the one that you trust, is someone that you shouldn’t have. JK.” Once more warning him, which he never and didn’t need in the very first place. He stayed quiet, and only wanted her to narrate the book that he now finds a bit interesting in a different way. “The Rabbit PULLS A WATCH OUT OF HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET and runs across the field and DOWN A HOLE.”

Audrey stared at his groin a long second before she met his eyes, and then she moved forward a step, throwing out a fist menacingly just the way Jonathan had shown her. "Nope. Not doing it, Roger. She looks like one of them boxers at Fives Court." Roger, still clutching his hand, glared Audrey. "She's just a little chit!" "That little chit broke your bloody arm!" "If you do not leave at once, you will see what this little chit is capable of. And then I will see to it that the captain has you both hung." Horace still didn't attack her, and Roger snarled in fury. Then the pair of them fled.

“My gut tells me that they know where the girls are.” “It doesn’t sound right, does it?” Roger mused. “Your gut is usually right.” “Esmerelda is anything but incompetent,” Killian grumbled. “He’s lying.” “She’s new at the paranormal business, though,” Roger offered. Killian vigorously shook his head. “She’s a damn good investigator. Paranormal or not. She’s top notch. That son-of-a-bitch is lying.” “Did you ever get to tell her that you loved her?” Roger asked with a sympathetic tone.

"Yes, sir?" "I need you to get breakfast for this tiny thing," he instructed, referring to me. Tiny thing? Me? What an idiot! Was I even tiny? I hissed silently, and turned back to the picture. I was still so confused. What was going on? In a short while, the Roger guy returned with a few slices of bread. He crouched in front of me, smiled warmly. Why was he smiling that way? He was a criminal! Criminals weren't supposed to smile!

“Let me.” I nod and, with a flash, Roger transforms into his wolf, shaking his fur loose as soon as he does as if he’s been eager to do this for hours, to become the animal that’s been prowling within him, eager to protect his family, his mate, his new baby. I step back and watch Roger work as he moves slowly around the room, sniffing everything, his intensified senses picking up more of the priest’s scent than our human bodies are capable of doing. Then, when he’s ready, Roger lifts his eyes to mine and nods his snout once.

How do I know you’re not some crazy person or a scammer? Tiger: I’m not a stranger to you. Tiger: If you really want to know who I am, come meet me. I’ll explain everything. I swear. My hand tightened around the phone. Anger, fear, and desperate curiosity warred inside me. I hated how part of me needed to know. I took a long, shaky breath and typed with trembling fingers. Rabbit: Fine. I’ll meet you. Rabbit: But I choose the place. And I don’t want to stay long. Just long enough for you to tell me who you really are. After that, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Vladimir hummed while rolling the sleeves of his white shirt while analysing the man in front of him. Roger, the Mexican Cartel's man, spit at Vladimir’s shoe. “You will die, Russian Dog. My Boss Diego will give you the death of a stray dog!” In a sudden swift moment, Vladimir moved and grabbed Roger’s chin. His eyes swirled with murderous madness as He got into that man’s face. “You have spirit, I give you that but it won't save you from this Sinner’s cruelty, Roger,” He gritted out, his breath hot against Roger’s face.

Roger smirked, devoid of any amusement on his face, even carrying a chilling coldness. In fact, within two days of Charles delivering the presents, Roger surreptitiously returned them to the RK Group, employing methods that fully aligned with the DIE organization's elusive style of operation.

I’ve been waiting for that moment. I tried using Roger’s bloodied sweater in order to track the rogue werewolf but it isn’t simply enough. Following the scent could only lead me to a trap and that’s why I’m more than willing to use Roger as a bait. When I got into my apartment, I heard howling, lots of different howling. They were unfamiliar most probably coming from other packs but there was one distinct howling coming from one specific person that I immediately recognized. It was from Roger Willis. It’s about time for his lunar awakening and I must get to him before the rogue werewolf does.