Scream 6 Detective Bailey 소설 & 이야기

Bailey screams in plea, “He wanted me to get close to Gabe, said he has a score to settle with him. I’m just trying to survive like the rest of you. I didn’t have a choice. I swear!” I watched Bailey's body language, her eyes, and the way her mouth moved, but I couldn’t detect a lie.

Bailey, who had just got out from signing the register and requested, “Excuse me, Boss. I would love to be on my way, please.” Now, Mr. Bailey, who noticed that he had been uneasy since his phone fell off from his hand, interrogated him, “I hope there is no emergency, Doctor? I noticed when your phone fell off your hand." Nevertheless, Dr. Quain gave a false smile and simply replied, “You are right, Mr. Bailey, but I have to leave.”

"Fiona, do you think Xavier Blake just doesn’t want to see me? Maybe he faked the death certificate. Forget it. I should just head back first. I don’t want to upset him if he sees me." "Don’t go!" Fiona’s expression darkened. "Xavier’s always been good at pulling tricks like this. I don’t believe he won’t come back! Let’s go!" She turned and walked off. Behind her, Officer Reece Davis shook his head at her retreating figure. "She looks perfectly normal. How does she not have a brain? Who fakes a death certificate?" I was forced to follow Fiona, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. "Fiona, since you hate me that much, shouldn’t you be setting off fireworks to celebrate now that I’m dead?"

Senior Bailey held a cup of tea and was ready to drink when he heard the news, and the teacup fell to the floor and shattered. Everyone in the room looked alarmed—they looked absolutely terrified. 60 billion! What concept was 60 billion?! Even if they were the Bailey family, this loss would hurt them for a few months! Derek, who sat in the corner, had his gaze darkened. Anthony went missing and caused such a great loss. The shareholders would surely not be pleased. It made an interesting drama, indeed. Suddenly, a Bailey Ace leader ran over and reported, “Senior Bailey, it’s bad. We found Mr. Bailey’s suit in a cave, Julian, and a dagger with blood. Julian had no visible wounds, so the blood

I start checking all the rooms for Bailey but I don't still find her. That's strange! Maybe she went out, but she would've told me. I'll just go back to Kara and maybe we'll look for her together. I start climbing down the stairs but I hear Kara scream so I run to the direction of the scream. Oh My God! "Bailey!" I scream as I stare at her pale, motionless body lay on the floor in a pool of blood. Fuck! This cannot happen. Kara already starts crying and tears roll from my eyes.

He's sneaky like that. I turned on the video camera to record the interview as Gayle and her husband James sat on one side of the table and Benson on the other. I stood in my usual place against the wall. Benny began, "For the record, I'm Ben Benson and this is Eileen Shaw. We are detectives with the sheriff's department. As we mentioned at your home earlier, we would like to discuss the murder of Michael Campo." I watched their reactions carefully. They both looked very uncomfortable. Gayle looked worried. James looked pissed off.

Bailey's blabbermouth about negotiations and stuffs only ignited their interest in her, putting herself in the middle for their dirty games. Moreover, did she plan on revealing her true identity? The thought caused Joel's body to heat up in trepidation that he shrugged Scarface's hands off, stepping away from him. “She's not my pussy, okay? We just had a fling, and that's all.” Joel denied, and all eyes fell on him, especially Bailey’s, whose stare cut him deep, like he'd stabbed her heart into shreds. Clapping in mock-applause Scarface sauntered to the center of the room, his lewd gaze fixated on Bailey as he motioned for the repairman to let her arms go.

I pull the man up, and he screams in pain as his knee gives out. "You better hop because I'm not carrying you," Lester says as he grabs the man's arm. When they leave the office, I turn to the woman. "Good job taking him down. I'm Officer Shaun Sella." I hold my hand out to her, and she sighs before doing the same. "Sherri Bailey." As soon as our hands touch, I feel the sparks travel up my arm and throughout my entire body. This confirms what I already knew. This little, sexy, gun-wielding woman is my mate. Now, how can I tell her without getting shot?

His eyes meet mine for an instant steady, and unreadable. A detective with a square jaw approaches, his badge catching the lantern light. “Scarlett Hayes?” “Yes,” I manage. My voice was thin, almost lost in the wind. “I’m Detective Reilly. We need your statement. Everything you saw tonight. Everything you know.” I glance at Damien, at my mother. There’s too much too many secrets stacked like dominoes, ready to crash if I push the first one. Reilly seems to read my hesitation. “We already have the suspect in custody downstairs,” he says, nodding toward the unconscious man being wheeled out. “But we need context. How you all got here.”

Baines wondered absently if he'd told the young man he could put his ass in his chair. “What was on it?” Baines asked, trying not to get his hopes up. “It showed two other suspects, entering the crime scene at the same time as Detective Salvador.” The rookie said, sitting up straight in his chair. “This I need to see.” Baines said, already out of his chair. He walked out of his office with the rookie at his heels. When he got to the precinct's tech lab, he wasted no time with pleasantries and bluntly asked them to show him the footage.