Novel & Cerita Detective Matthews

Now, with my life in pieces and every shadow possibly hiding a threat, I wasn’t so sure. I traced the faded letter with my fingertip. C. Who had she been protecting me from? Or had she been protecting them from me? A log in the hearth popped, making me flinch. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. She didn’t like this. She wanted movement, distance. But I stayed put. Whatever was hidden in my mother’s writing, I needed to face it. Caleb’s Visit A knock at the door shattered my thoughts. My first instinct was to grab the dagger from the table. I moved silently, my wolf’s senses sharpening.

she pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind. She hears a chuckle and she instantly realizes that she had been caught checking him out which causes her to blush a shade of red. "I don't mind you drooling over me. I'm Matthew. Matthew Wilson. You can call me Matt for short." He says with an amused smile on his face. He smiles a lot for someone who just ripped a wolf's head apart from like it was a rag doll of some sort. This just proves the phrase 'you can't judge a book by its cover'. Wait. Why does his name sound so familiar, she thinks to herself.

he asked. Antonio’s voice came through the speaker, “We don’t know yet.” Matthew’s eyes darkened, “Keep digging.” “Yes, boss.” The line disconnected and silence returned. I stared out the window in thought, the rumors, the threats, the surveillance, the attack, the hidden compartment behind my mother’s portrait, and the key. Everything felt connected somehow but I couldn’t see how. “You should stay with me tonight.” Matthew’s voice broke through my thoughts. I looked at him, “What?”

I heard footsteps which sounded familiar and steady. “Pakhan,” Nicholas said. His voice sounded low. One of my oldest friends, the only one who could walk in without knocking and live to tell about it. “We got him. Mathew. The old bastard who skimmed off the top. Who corrupted the accounts, pocketed what wasn’t his. He was hiding out in some shithole motel on the outskirts. Tried to run again, but… well, he’s not running anymore.” I turned slowly, the smirk fading into something colder. Mathew. The name settled in me and my thoughts turned into a murderous plot.

he snapped, “I have nothing to do with this.” “You’re a fucking suspect, Dante!” Matthew spat. “You stalked her like a man possessed. If you don’t bring her back, I swear—I’ll go to the police!” Dante chuckled darkly, cruel and cold. “You know me too well, Matthew,” he said, voice low and deadly. “If she were with me, I wouldn’t lie. I'd put her on the phone… so you could hear her moaning beneath me.” Silence. Heavy. Dreadful.

“Mrs. Rowe has all the evidence. The dates on these photos don’t lie!” “I nearly fell for her act. What a scary woman!” Matthew straightened his back. Somehow, his spine grew back. “Now that you’ve seen the proof, you should get lost before I press charges for your attempt to swindle money out of me.” Amid the booing, I snickered. I met Matthew’s gaze and uttered, “Have you forgotten how you got to where you are today, Matthew?”

Maybe he could not completely convince himself of Catherine’s words, but at the very least, he believed that he had to be cautious of Rebecca. Matthew suddenly sat up on his bed. It seemed like he had to sneak back to Melbourne for another investigation. He could not let Sheryl or Rebecca find out about this. Otherwise, they would definitely be unhappy. After having this idea, Matthew finished breakfast and left the Costner villa on the pretext of going to the company. He had to go to Melbourne. He did not even tell Titus about this. He only brought one of his men with him. Matthew first went to Summit’s old building. However, Summit had been bought over by another company. It was a bigger r

She has worked so hard her whole life to support me and my career. "Miss Holmes, I want to let you know about your injuries, but before we begin this gentleman behind me has some things to go over with you." Dr. Matthews says. I sit on the chair next to my mother intending to stay in this same spot until someone forces me to leave. I hold my mother's hand and prepare for the worst. I have an idea what this detective is about to say. "Miss Holmes, I'm detective Anderson. I am the one in charge of the investigation regarding your café. He walks closer to the bed my mother is resting on, and I can see the hard lines across his forehead become more visible. This man does not have good news.

MATTHEWS: (crying) Are we going to jail? INVESTIGATOR: As long as you remain honest, then no, Ms. Matthews. EXPOSITO: Unfortunately, there’s nothing much for us to say, Detective. INVESTIGATOR: Let’s see what I can get. EXPOSITO: (nods) INVESTIGATOR: Could you please narrate to me how you ended up seeing the crime scene, Ms. Matthews? MATTHEWS: (sobbing) I—we were... We just, umm, finished rendering our elegy to Mrs. Magada when... When... Sorry, I—I can’t. (sniffs)

It looked like a stone wrapped with a piece of paper. Unwrapping the paper, I saw a message scrawled on it ‘If you want to meet the killer meet me at the Plankton warehouse and yes come alone…’ “Alpha, this looks like a trap,” Collins said, peeking at the message. He seemed concerned but I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. I had found a lead after so long and I wasn’t going to miss it. “It doesn’t matter… I will pursue the lead no matter what!” I said in a decisive tone.