Novel & Cerita Detective Matthews

Willow said. Matthew nodded and they both walked out of the police station and got into his car. Matthew managed to look worse for wear in the last 24 hours. It was clear that he hadn't slept at all. His eyes were dull and sunken and his skin looked pale. Mr. Willow handed him a bottle of water before driving off and he downed it in one go. Matthew dozed off in the car and Mr. Willow took advantage of it and snapped a few pictures. "Matt, we're here," Mr. Willow said, shaking Matthew awake.

I will make sure I get what I want and make Jennifer pay for double-crossing me. He went through all the files. After he was done, he laid back in his seat. I think this Matthew guy will jump at the opportunity I am going to offer him. I think he is the one who needs the money more than the rest, he thought. He opened his first drawer and took out his black burner phone. He picked up Matthew's file and typed his phone number on the phone. He dialed the number, and a few seconds later, Matthew answered the call.

He was cloaked in a long coat, the hem fluttering in the night breeze, his slightly long hair also disheveled, revealing a somewhat pallid face. His voice bore a hint of impatience: "I haven't disappeared, can you let her go now?" The officer who came with him nodded incessantly: "Of course… of course she can be released…” Matthew not disappearing made the whole case a farce. Whether he wanted to or not, Winky knew, it ended here. Because Matthew had returned, there was no more reason to prosecute Flora. The police car door swung open, Winky stepped out with a cold expression, standing to the side in silence.

Matthew did not fight back and just coldly watched Linus, letting him punch and kick him. “What are you doing?” Matthew's assistant saw Linus attacking Matthew and rushed to stop him. Seeing the injured Matthew, he carefully helped him into the car. In the evening, Matthew received news from the police station—they had found Lucy's necklace by a nearby river...

If I didn’t know what he was up to, I would believe he was innocent and Hannah’s source wasn’t valid. I went through practically all the files and none were meaningful to me. I scoured through their contents and I placed them back in disappointment. Tired and feeling weak, I felt a presence behind me as I panicked and stood up immediately. Mathew smiled at me with a knowing look and then burst out into a loud chuckle. “I know what you’re here for and you can’t find it. You’re looking for proof to show Jules my plans against him. And you think I’ll leave it lying around my room like that? “ he said sarcastically with a taunting smile on his face.

The thought of being so close to losing herself, to being consumed by something she didn’t understand, was terrifying. “I need to find my mate, yes I know. My mate is the only one that can help me, yes I know. Well, Leo is the only one I know of as my mate but with the situation at hand. He can't help me.” Lucy said and yawned as she readjusted herself right where she sat. Katherine was about to respond to her but before she could respond, the door to the room creaked open, and all three women looked up in unison.

I gave a restaurant across town as our destination, something innocuous enough for any curious eyes. Once we were moving, I turned to him. “Henry, thank you for everything with Charles.” He nodded slightly, eyes on the road. “You’re welcome, Ms Katherine.” “I need your help with something else,” I said quietly. “Something… more dangerous.” He glanced at me briefly, curiosity flickering. “What am I investigating?” I looked out the window, my reflection barely visible against the passing blur of light. “The murder of Matthew Smith,” I said. “Gordon’s father.”

Not yet could I relinquish her. I yelled out, "She's not being honest," my voice hardly audible. "She has more than first greets the eye." Mathias looked at me, and for a split second I could see a flutter of identification in his eyes. "I'm aware," he said, his voice sympathetic. "We must, however, handle this gently. We cannot just charge her without hard data." His words rang in my head, with a terrible reality. Matthew knew something; he was not ready to share yet. Though my heart sank, I had to believe him. He was always the voice of reason, the one grounding me.

“Matthew -“ Just as I say his name, the line cuts off. I see Leo appear in the doorway of the kitchen and his eyes go wide as he sees the color drain from my face and Jasmine hurrying to my side to hold me up as my knees buckle. “Claire, who was that? What’s happened?” I stare at the floor as I hold onto Jasmines arm that is embraced around my own. “Matthew has been arrested.” “For what? Gambling isn’t illegal.” He says as he takes out his phone. “Narcotics and drug possession. He says he didn’t do this.” I look up at Leo as he looks sternly at me. “Matthew isn’t an addict, Claire. We’ll figure this out. Come on.” He helps me up and leads me to the front door.

I said quickly, holding up a scroll I had grabbed from the hallway. He looked at me suspiciously but eventually stepped aside. Once inside, I let out a breath of relief. The library was massive, with rows and rows of shelves that seemed to stretch into forever. I felt small standing there, but I couldn’t let that stop me. I started searching, my fingers brushing over the spines of books as I looked for anything that might hold the answers I needed. My mother’s story echoed in my mind, giving me clues to follow. Finally, I found it—a book about old alliances and rivalries between packs. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, scanning for anything that matched what Mama had told me.