Sherlock Holmes Series With Lucy Liu Novels & Stories

She has to know because she's innocent. She narrowed her eyes on me. She seems like she's deeply in love with that bastard. "Are you the spy of Eloisa? Well, you can't get rid of me and our son!" She won't give up. We both looked back when we heard someone came in and clapping her hands. Our eyes both widened in shock to see who came. "E-Eloi-sa???" Lucy is almost speechless. I quickly stood up and glared at her. ----- "Hi, Lucy. It's been ten years but look who's here." She looks well and healthy.

The police station was cold and impersonal. Lucy sat in a hard plastic chair, watching through a window as detectives questioned William in an adjacent room. They'd been separated immediately upon arrival, standard procedure for potential co-conspirators. A female detective named Sarah Chen entered Lucy's room. No relation to Margaret, she'd clarified immediately, but the name still made Lucy's stomach clench. "Mrs. Ashcroft, let's go over this again. You claim you had no knowledge of your husband's financial activities?"

Lucy put down the spoon and fork she was holding and wiped the side of her lips and drank a glass of water. "I told you, honey. I won't go back on London without you, useless..." She looked at me and she's smiled. "You came with me and left he—" *Ringgggggggggg* Lucy didn't finish what she had to say when Thyro's cell phone rang, he immediately looked at it and turned it off. "That's not gonna happen, Lucy. Go back to London by yourself." "No, Honey. I won't go bac—" *Ringgggggggggg*

"But I also know that leaving a child with an unstable, narcissistic ghost like you is a death sentence. I’d be damned if I let her grow up in your shadow. You’re done, Lucy. Your game is over." "What nonsense are you saying, Tyler?" Lucy sneered, her voice dropping the playful facade. "Don't you dare disrespect me in the presence of your sisters. Leena is a full blooded Rider. You've been spending so much time chasing after Sarah and her little brat that your memories are beginning to blur." "Sarah is the least of your worries," I snapped. Before she could retaliate, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting Henderson, but it was Detective Miller... the lead on Beatrice’s cas

Was this the key? Before she could delve deeper, a chill ran down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as if someone—or something—was watching her. She turned, her gaze sweeping the dimly lit library, but saw nothing. The sensation lingered, though, pressing against her like an invisible weight. Shaking it off, she returned to the book, determined to memorize every detail. Whatever the chosen bond was, it was her only lead. --- Hours later, Lucy slipped back into her room, clutching the ancient tome to her chest. Her mind raced with possibilities, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t do this alone.

Lucy’s voice is steady. “You should have left it buried.” Lucien’s is colder. “You should have made sure it stayed buried.” My pulse thunders. Lucy laughs. Soft. Sharp. “You think you’re the only one who can manipulate records?” Silence. Then… “You had no right,” Lucien says. “I had every right.” A chair scrapes. Something falls. My heart slams. “Where is he?” Lucien demands. Lucy doesn’t answer. He steps closer. I hear it in the shift of tone.

“Lillian, don’t talk like that. You’re not—-” “Please,” Lillian interrupted with a sad smile. “Promise me.” Lucy hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I promise.” Lillian smiled faintly. “Thank you.” They stood there for a long moment in silence, and then Lillian reached out and hugged her. Lucy’s arms wrapped around her tightly, as if afraid to let go. When they finally pulled apart, Lillian’s eyes softened. She turned and walked down the corridor, leaving Lucy standing there. Lucien was in his study when Lillian entered. He sat behind his wooden desk, going through a pile of documents, though his mind seemed elsewhere. When he saw her, he quickly rose to his feet.

Gertrude smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "Ah. Well sometime I'd like to meet Samson," Lucy said, raising her eyebrows wondering what kind of man had held her aunt's heart that long. They had been seeing each other since high school. That was a long time. "Sure. In due time. Let's get back though, I have some artwork in my she-shed I need to finish up for a client. Gotta pay the bills you know." Gertrude winked. Lucy took some deep breaths as she drove them home. Both of them were quiet thinking about the morning's events. Lucy felt like she had discovered a few more missing pieces to the puzzle of the Moonlight Shifter Pack.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t offer you anything.” I was prepared to leave, to where I had no idea, but that was when Lucy had walked up to me, her red heels clicking on the floor in a quick rhythm. With a white lab coat over what looked like a perfectly tailored green dress, expertly styled hair and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into a person’s innermost depths, Lucy Strand commanded attention in an effortless way. With shrewd eyes that missed very little, she regarded me for a few seconds, and I knew she missed nothing. Something had flashed in her eyes for a second, but was gone before I could identify what it meant.

She shook her thought away and again immersed herself inside the book leaving Devlin satisfied and unsatisfied with her small smile. It’s already afternoon when Lucy completed reading that book and Devlin still trying to figure out something. Lucy is also thinking about everything, whether she can find any clue and help him, after all, he is trying to be with her with what she also wants. But, she also couldn’t able to find any clue.