Novel & Cerita Detective Matthews

A death certificate, it has my father’s name. Cause of death: homicide. Suspect status: unresolved. I flipped the page, and saw the photos. Matthew was in every one of them. He looked younger, angry. Standing in a dark parking lot with a man I didn’t recognize. The next page explained it.The man in the photograph is a known hitman connected to the Rossi murder. My chest tightened. “No,” I whispered. More pages.Dates. Locations. Bank transfers. Another photo. Matthew entered a private building, another showed Him leaving hours later.

With Gordon’s connection she was able to get Sherry’s profile and was able to use it to threaten Gustaff. Matthew clenched his fists making his knuckles lose their color. If he didn't heed Anthony’s counsel, it would create a rift between him and Kirsten. “Since we have caught the culprit, your mother - in - law will prove that she is innocent.” Officer Johnson said as she walked Matthew out of the station. “All thanks to your private investigator that we were able to catch the woman who impersonated your wife’s mom.” As Matthew walked out of the station, his driver bodyguard approached with a worried look.

So that when everything went downhill and someone needed to be a scapegoat, Mathew would use Victoria readily. That scumbag hid his treasure in a place that only he knows. It was in his vault that only he could open. However, Mathew did not expect that everything he was doing since Lucas put a tail on him was surveilled. His little actions such as opening the vault from time to time were being seen by invincible people. His actions, every little detail of it, was recorded in a single folder. Unfortunately, the invincible tails could not steal the records inside the vault nor take a look at it. But that was okay, because they- the reliable spies have recorded the passwords.

Cop replied, “We're detaining you because we have a complaint against you. You wreck and damage Mr. Hill's car. We have substantial proof, and we will arrest you for this crime.” Her eyes widen in disbelief, but she also knows that Nicholas won't leave her this quickly. While she was sitting quietly in the car, Matthew approached her. Matthew asked, “What have you done?” “Take care yourself; don't worry about me.” “Don’t worry, I’ll release you shortly.” After the vehicle drives away, Matthew turns to face them and exits with worried eyes. ****************************

The one with dark hair extended his hand to me. I took it in a firm grip. “It's Chris.” “Ah, Mr. Chris.” The man said. “The name's Detective Matthew. This is my partner, Roland.” His partner flashed his badge. Not much of a talker, huh? “What's this about?” I asked calmly, but shit, my heart was racing in my chest like I had run a mile. “Mind if we come inside to talk? We wouldn't want things to get out of hand.” Matthew narrowed his eyes. The nasty European knew something I didn't. Obviously.

“Hi Matthew, I am Sianna. I am one of the volunteers for today and I need to complete your file by asking you some questions. But first, how are you doing today? Are you in pain?” His grey eyes gave a quick roaming on my figure. His rubbed his bald head and appeared to be blushing. “Just the headaches as usual from the nightmares that I have. I came to refill the prescription.” He was trying to look anywhere else apart from my face. “You can call me Matt.” Concerned, I checked his pupil, temperature and pressure. “Alright, a doctor will have to do that but let me get a few information so I can send the request in.” I opened the folder again and looked at the missing slots. “I need the last s

It was so sad that at the end of the day, a lot of lives would be lost and some of our towns and communities would be wrecked. For a moment, Valen and I glanced at each other with our emotions battling under our stubborn stare. Jakub and the gang were standing under the shade of the patrol station talking to an elite warrior. The other warriors moved about setting up an infirmary and kept busy. My father stood behind me. Valen awarded Dad with his gaze. “Are the Worgens here? Any sign of them?” “No, just these nasty rogues.” Dad stepped forward, joining the discussion. “Matthew is in a chopper dropping silver nitrate smoke grenades around Central City to keep the rogues from reaching the bun

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

“It's okay to not believe me. But you must believe an FBI agent who we reached out to when all of these were going on.” “Who is he?” “Mr. Matthew.” “Mr. Matthew?” The man repeated. Myself and Carlos nodded at the same time. “Is he here?” The lawyer looked tense, he was sweating already. No one needed to tell him or rather, explain to him that he had lost his case and we had won. But we couldn't be so sure, at least not yet. “Mr. Matthew is here with us, yet.” “My lord.” The man faced the judge. “I would love to invite another witness. Do you permit me?”

Matthew looks suspiciously happy this evening. He whistles a song and swings the food bag as he walks in the narrow street. He looks like he spent the entire day at home ad he didn't even bother to change his grey sweatpants and brush his messy hair. Grayson keeps following him until there are lesser people around them to grab his wrist and push him against the wall. Matthew widens his eyes at first, and then he frowns when he recognises his face. "You?" he lifts a brow, "What the hell are you doing?"