The Seven Dials Mystery Novels & Stories

The drive back to the estate felt longer than the two hours it had taken on the way. The fog clung to the coastal road like a shroud, swallowing the headlights and turning the world into a narrow tunnel of asphalt and silence. Harrison’s hands stayed tight on the wheel, knuckles pale. I stared straight ahead, the investigator’s words echoing in my skull on repeat: paid for with a card registered to a Diana Moreau-Voss. I gripped my knees so hard my nails bit through.

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

I focus on the goal of finding something that could be key to the investigation, letting that drive me forward, even as shadows and noises play tricks on my mind. Then, as I sweep the light across the room, something sparkles beneath an old box. At first, I think it's just my imagination playing tricks on me in the dim light. But I lean down, push the box aside, and there it is – not a trick of the light, but a real sapphire earring. I pick it up, turning it over in my hand, the gem catching the light and glittering even in the gloomy surroundings. I think I've seen this earring before. Doris often wore something just like it, both at work and the last family dinner with Serena. To be sure,

But seeing how she got mad that I was partying with girls and how she called me Seven, she didn't suspect a thing. I gave myself a pat on the back for doing such a good job. If I could fool Winter perfectly, I could fool anyone else. It was daybreak already. There were two important things I had to do today. First, I needed to dispose off Seven's body. Second, I had to get this ring to Ratio. I got out of bed and went into Seven's walk-in closet. "Whoa! Dude has got good taste!" I exclaimed, seeing all the luxury pieces of designers.

The main hall was grand and luxurious. The windows were high, which allowed the bright sun to shine inside and fill the room with light. This sight reminded Chase of a church he had seen once before. Its fusion architecture style momentarily confused Chase as to where he really was. "Oh, you're Chase Collins, the master of the Miracle Doctor Sect," Daintybells said while lying lazily in her seat. She had one hand against her chin, while the other held a crystal glass in it. She took a sip from it.

"So after I put two and two together, I was able to figure out the new job that you had taken on. All I needed was a simple confirmation. After we secured the partnership with Dylan, I anticipated that he would bring us a client by himself. I suspected that he had ties to the city's underworld society and was involved in several illegal businesses as well. "And my suspicions were proved right. The moment you approached us at the party back at The Imperial Place, an acquaintance of mine immediately informed me that you were one of Dylan's underbosses in a mafia called 7 Daggers. This acquaintance of mine said he had seen you with Dylan at a party here in Skylands.

‘Is that Dylan? Did he discover that I have some witchy spells under my sleeves? He will kill me if he knows!’ Diana thought as she remained still. She was holding her breath. With squinting eyes, she turned her head to the side. Her back was against the wet bricks of the second floor of a merchant’s store.

Dylan finished and turned to grab the papers on his desk “This is just phase one, I just need an insight to what she might be” “That’s strange, I came here to ask if they’ve reported any disturbance to your dad about a store called 7/11” Henry said “I don’t really get in my dad’s business anymore but I overheard when Officer Perry told my dad to come somewhere and a cashier had been murdered” Dylan replied with uncertainty

Fortunately, I grabbed the chair so I didn't fall, almost. Suddenly she noticed a small framed photograph on the table. Gray picked it up, in the picture it was Marris and apparently the housekeeper. Also in the picture are Leon Redfield and his maid Anna. They smile a lot. When the picture frame is turned over, there is a line that says: “Caslington 7/7” A famous high school in America, Gray had heard of it. Because the organization has tracked down a traitor there, but the result is nothing and everything is almost forgotten.

Anna stated she did not know where the Sullivan Corporation is located. Mr. Holmes to Daisy to the farm and returned to the Sherriff’s Department to do investigating. Mr. Holmes looked there the records to see if he could discover where the Sullivan Corporation was. There were no records regarding the Sullivan Corporation. The Sheriff entered the room. Mr. Holmes asked if he knew anything about the Sullivan Corporation. The Sheriff replied, “What did you say?” Mr. Holmes explained to the Sheriff all the information he had discovered. The Sheriff told Mr. Holmes not the leave. The Sheriff called the FBI in to assist with the investigation.