Roger Rabbit Detective Novels & Stories

Adira rolled her eyes but caught the bagel with ease, “Thanks.” She sat on the couch and unwrapped the foil to inspect the bagel. It was lightly toasted with cream cheese spread on one side, jam on the other, and sandwiched together. The sight made Adira smile slightly and she took a little of the jam onto her finger to give it a taste. Raspberry. Her favourite.

In a clearing in the woods, I saw three figures, one was on their knees, and on closer look, it looked like a man clutching at his neck which was oozing blood. My eyes were drawn to the remaining two figures. One was a smaller frame that seemed to be battling the larger one. I didn’t know what was happening, or who the good or the bad guy was. The smaller person however appeared to be holding their own. I realized it was a safe bet to assume this person was the one in danger even though it didn’t look that way. Just as I decided to help, the big guy stumbled backward and fell with a loud thud. This small fellow had managed to disperse these two huge guys all on their own. To say I was impres

I turn back to Roger. "So… is there any way I can help you?" I ask, in the most polite way ever. "Do you know who I am?" He retorts Do I have to? "I don't think I do" I shake my head with a warm fuckin faux smile. "I am Roger banks… Ring a bell?" His dying voice sounds proud enough. "Not really" I shake my head, getting nervous now. Cause he's walking closer. I immediately walk towards the table beside us. "Really? What? Did you not grow up in the city?"

"You can't even fight Evelyn, but you're confident you can beat Ryan?" “Ah, so your collaborators sneaked on me? Was she ambushing behind my back, helping you escape an accident?" Roger suddenly came to his senses. “So it is, I see; you two are cowards.” "Damned!" I mumbled and then spoke, making excuses. "It's okay; there's no such thing." But I know Roger isn't stupid; he raised his eyebrows. “Stop talking; she dares to sneak up on me. Let me find her and teach her a lesson.”

Roger sat frozen, as if turned to stone. “Roger, who was that? Was it someone who can help us?” Gloria hurried over, her face full of desperate hope. Roger finally snapped back to himself. His bloodshot eyes were filled with shock and the fury of someone who felt stabbed in the back. “What is it? Roger, what’s wrong?” Gloria stared at him in alarm. The look on his face was so savage it was almost frightening. “Felix Gibson!” Roger spat the name out with a roar. “Mr. Gibson? Is he going to help us?” Gloria asked quickly.

The detective gave a firm knock before entering Celine's hospital room. He had a no-nonsense air about him as he addressed us. "Mr. Hernandez, Ms. McDermott. I’m Detective Rogers, in charge of investigating the assault on Ms. Roberts. Let's get down to it - fill me in on what you know." Rogers pulled out a notebook, pen ready to jot down details. He fixed his gaze on me intently. "Ms. McDermott, walk me through your connection to the victim and how you became aware of this incident."

Romero was not just a stupid rabbit. A rabbit with only seven seconds of memory. Tsk.

I would willingly take on ten muscle-men bodybuilders before I even thought about messing with Dean. In one fluid motion, Dean had Roger pressed against the wall, his hands wrapped in the front of Roger's shirt. Roger started spluttering, the whites of his eyes growing bigger until he looked like a scared rabbit. Dean held him there, then leaned in and whispered something. I couldn't hear it, but somehow Roger's eyes grew even bigger. His hand started scratching at the wall, desperately looking for the door handle to make his escape. Dean let him go, pushing off of him like he didn't want the stench of Roger on his hands. Roger scrambled for the door, running like a beaten dog with his tail

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

Anna has sold herself out by her outburst and words and he wants to know what it's all about. “I'm detective Rodgers,a private detective in charge of investigating the whereabouts of a missing baby many years ago” he replied casually and wanted to leave. Richard raised a hand and asked him to pause. If Rodgers hadn't shown him his ID he would have doubted him. But he is indeed a private cop and which missing child would he be investigating and interrogating Anna about? “Can I know more about this case?” Richard asked and Rodgers declined politely before stepping out. Once he left, Richard became confused.