Twin Spirit Detective 소설 & 이야기

the first officer inquired, holding up his ID. I quickly scanned the ID to confirm its authenticity before replying, "Caspian Ragnar, how may I help you?" "I'm Detective Specter. This is Detective Jones. We received reports suggesting your possible involvement in the recent disappearance of Miss Wilson. We'd like to investigate and hear your account." "Certainly. Please, come in," I said, stepping aside to widen the doorway in invitation.

“Like stains on clothes, but this stain is on the mind. It happens due to prolonged exposure to supernatural spirits. I can heal souls, but I probably overestimated myself.” “Or underestimated your opponent?” Shu Wen said with cynicism written between the eyebrows. Her frowns screamed distrust. Police. “I want to save the boys.” “Same here.” “Our objectives are the same.” “To do that – I have to communicate with this spirit and try my best to help her.” “Help her?” “Their grievances.” ASP Wong shook her head in resignation. “I only want to get to the bottom of this incident, but I am not sure your methods can achieve that.”

Demetrius went quiet again, sensing the shift in my tone. "It’s not just one, Demetrius," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. "There are two." He blinked, his mouth falling open slightly. "Two? Twins?" "Twins," I confirmed. "But that’s not the part that scared the healer. She saw their spirits. She saw what they are going to be." Demetrius sat up straighter, his protective instincts already flaring. "What does that mean? Are they healthy?"

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

He said I was the reason the family could not find peace. …… Every day, I struggled desperately, trying to escape this place. Since becoming a wandering spirit, I had no control over myself, and my temper grew worse with each passing day. I drifted to my mom’s bedside, repeatedly asking her why. Why, even after my death, couldn’t I leave this place? I told her I hated her and that I would never forgive her. As I kept talking, I suddenly stopped, tears streaming down my face. The pain in my heart only grew stronger.

Her throat was slit, her body displayed on the couch to make her look like she was simply sitting there, watching the television or something. Evidence, including fingerprints, pointed to the killer being Dimitri once again. But something was off about the whole thing. The twins have always been really big on security. Especially then. Based on their file, they have had personal bodyguards since they became adults. They have always had one with them, and one at their home. They would always leave a security guard with Sara, the same way they do with me. Especially if they were not going to be there. So how the hell did this man manage to get through security and raise no flags?

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

I also have to stay away from the orphanage because they might be the next target. Ugh! This is giving me a headache. As I was walking towards the coffee shop to buy something for my fiance, my focus was on my phone while I was replying to my father. He was rushing me for the wedding when my life was on hold because I had to think of my twin sister’s life. I was already at the counter when someone grabbed my arms. “Why aren’t you answering your goddamn phone?” I blinked upon hearing the man’s baritone voice. I immediately turned to him and was surprised to see that it was Jin Cavill, the man Harriet was supposed to marry. I panicked as I gulped the lump in my throat. I pulled my hand from hi

He said, making sure I read the inspector of police and his other work ID. “Welcome sirs.” I welcomed them inside. The inspector Gnomes looked around the restaurant, nodding his head as if he had seen something that he wasn’t expecting to see inside the restaurant. I can share the feeling from the first day that Layla brought me here. The inside was different from what I had expected, given the outside look. It reminded me of the proverb that said that appearance might be deceitful. “While we were working, we had no idea that there was a mad woman behind. We just saw her coming out of a small abandoned place and then screaming that we should return her daughter to her immediately.” One of th

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.