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Detective Davis
Detective Davis The case of the Missing Keys Detective Davis hangs up the phone. A fire flashes across the man's face and his back straightens. Detective Davis; a private detective with the most diverse reviews and the most outstanding results. The truth behind Detective Davis is simple. Three years ago, the then 23-year-old detective made headlines for his first case. Solving the mystery of the cartel evidence quickly made Detective Davis incredibly famous. Talk about an introduction, Detective Davis proves smarter than the police, the government, and CIA personnel. A detective who specialized in locating evidence for the prestigious John F. Barrett quickly was elevated to best in the business. At 23 Detective Davis working under John F. Barrett, took a misplaced block of wood, and was able to trace this mysterious object to its original location. He made his way to headquarters of the largest and most devious criminal cartel. All the police, government, and CIA personnel working on the case were put to shame by Detective Davis. Solving this case made him so popular that he had to immediately become a recluse to continue working on his career. John F. Barrett being responsible for Detective Davis’s clearance to solve the cartel mystery went ahead and became a handler or assistant to the young detective. Together they could work in anonymity to help the world solve important cases and mysteries. It has been three years since that case and the name Detective Davis has become a whisper. Many articles and information had been released (true believers suspect by John F. Barrett himself) selling Detective Davis to the public as a myth or legend loosely based on the exaggerated accomplishments of detective John Barrett. To most folks when they hear of Detective Davis, they think of him like Santa Clause, a make-believe hero, one you would never see in the flesh.
By Elijah Davis5 years ago in Criminal
Culling
"Okay, watch!" A younger Japanese man wearing a blue dress suit scrolled through his phone violently as another one with a heavy scowl weighing down on his face looking over his shoulder. "Okay, here!" The Japanese man showed the other man his phone, a picture of a man with a really large forehead on the phone.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Criminal
Wishes
Mr. Eckert came into the diner each morning at exactly 6:30, sat in the booth closest to the kitchen, and by 6:40 had finished his first cup of coffee and patted Meg on the butt twice. By 6:45 each day, Meg would have told him to knock it off. Some days politely. This Monday morning, she was less than polite.
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Criminal
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 7
Thankfully, it’s a blizzard-free drive to Banff. Not to say it isn’t somewhat eventful. Snow from an earlier storm has melted and refrozen on the road, leaving several precarious stretches of black ice. The afternoon sun bounces off these patches, causing a blinding glare. I grip the wheel in these spots and tense with each slide of the tires.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Criminal
First and Last Kiss
The smell of the car’s trunk tugged at a distant memory, but I couldn’t place it. It was musty with a hint of aged wood. I knew the smell wasn’t what I should focus on, but it seemed important.
By Rick Post5 years ago in Criminal
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 6
An hour into the flight, Millie is curled up in my lap, softly snoring, and I am quietly whispering the French phrases that are playing through my headphones.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Criminal
Leave It In a Grave
As I walk away from the charred remains of an apartment, all that’s left is time to kill. If it hasn’t happened already, someone will call the authorities and a body shall be found in the ashes. And who was the victim? A guy named Matthew Plouz who was my best friend.
By Mars LeoGrande5 years ago in Criminal
Arthur, Author
David Lopez was a mountainous man, homicide detective in the Orlando Police Department. Fair and just; he took pride in his work. As a beat cop he always held a good relationship with the people of the community he served. David was a hero to many of the children because of his impressive physique and the respect he showed them. The uniform made him look almost like a superhero. In a neighborhood where the police were often believed to be a negative presence, David had inspired some of the children to become law enforcement officers. Eventually he joined homicide because he figured he could serve more by solving murders and taking dangerous criminals off of the streets.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Criminal
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 5
Packing for the trip goes relatively easily, save for the three different trips I have to make to three different stores to find Millie a properly fitting snow suit. “And boots,” Tucker had told me. “She needs snow boots.” Ignoring the fact that she is not even close to walking yet, a separate issue that I am already worried enough about, do you know that no one stocks snow boots for a nine-month-old? I was able to find some on Amazon, but they wouldn’t ship in time. I get a couple pairs of really thick socks and some too large rain boots. That should be good enough.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Criminal
Tainted
I can remember dodging cracks on the sidewalk, in the hope that I wouldn’t break my mother’s back. I remember my brother sitting in our grandmother’s driveway, trying to burn ants in a pool of light beneath his magnifying glass. I remember the grass stains on my favourite pair of jeans.
By Caileigh Heptinstall5 years ago in Criminal
The Mysterious Black Book
My husband, Seth, and I have been married for a little over six years and we had a son that was five years old. He was a very happy and energetic child and our family felt complete. About two and a half years ago, our son, Chad, was taken while playing ball in the front yard. My husband went inside to answer the phone and when he came back outside, he noticed that Chad was no longer in the front yard playing. He started looking for our son and he checked the backyard and Chad was nowhere to be found. He went throughout the neighborhood knocking on doors and no one knew where our son was. It was Saturday and I only went to work for a half day for a mandatory business meeting. While in the meeting, I received the frantic call from my husband, “Beth, I can’t find Chad”. At first, I thought he was hiding from his father, because they often played hide and seek. When Seth kept saying over and over again that he couldn’t find our son, I just went numb because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My worst fear of someone harming our child was a reality. I abruptly left the meeting and told them that I had a family emergency.
By Drew 5 years ago in Criminal
Dinner Traditions
The smell was intoxicating, it’s sizzle impossible to ignore as the slab of meat cooked and popped in the cast iron pan. Momma always taught me to cook a good steak on well-seasoned cast iron.
By Julia Maupin5 years ago in Criminal