Novels by Maw

"Argo, there's something you need to know about." Dan finally said it after a long pause. The sounds of the clock ticking make me anxious. I know I'm related to the case because of his behavior but how bad? "I was assigned to investigate the case at that time, the only thing that was missing from the crime scene was a bracelet." He stares deep into my soul. I can see the sadness in his eyes he might cry anytime soon. The image of the tough man I see in Dan is now is shattered, he's just an old man with a lot of baggage. "You wore the bracelet when I first met you, Argo." I startled. What? "I had examined the picture of a hand from CCTV record hundreds of times and it shows everything but the finger. Even though people can't use fingerprints to find you, I can see the palm creases. It fits yours. Every single one of it." I feel my head dizzy. Everything that he said feels unreal. I don't even have any motive. Why would I do that

I keep glancing at the door. Hoping he will come at any second. The only thing that keeps me sane is the smell of the coffee that lingers in the air. It is comforting. I sip my latte as I look at my laptop, preparing my presentation to Argo. The hot coffee that caressing the tip of my tongue keeps me awake. I take a glimpse at my watch, it's 4 pm already. Did I fail to convince him? He did seem eager yesterday. I slumped down to the desk. "Hey, I just clean that up!" I heard Emily's voice from behind. I can imagine she yells at me as she resting her head on the handle of a mop. I don't even have to look back. Emily is my senior in college but even though she's a senior, we are the same age. I sometimes asked her about projects that I need to do. She's a pretty nice person despite her harsh words. "Gah. I did own this coffee shop, didn't I?" I sit back and look at the ceiling. "If you own this crap, do something about it. Even graveyard

It's kinda funny to think that I also follow Dan's path. My journey being an officer is full of drama. I don't know why as soon as I became an officer, Dan retired and choose to buy a diner. He ended up becoming the chef-owner of the diner. As long as he's happy, I'm happy for him. "Sir?" My junior in the police department shocks me. I look outside and realized I have arrived in another precinct. I need to do some checking about documents to this precinct. Most of the documents are about bad guys we have been arrested for. We need to check whether they are sent from this precinct or not. I get off from my friend's patrol car. He then drove to his station. The wind blows onto me and makes my eyes watery. As I touch my right eye, I see a woman sitting on the stairs in front of me. The cold stairs which made of stone that people keep stepped on. She facing down hugging her legs. She is a brunette with medium hair length. I walk past her to get into

"Hey, Carlson. You are Emma Carlson right?" A woman comes towards me. I look at her from head to toe. Her face does look familiar but I can't point my finger. Especially since this is my first day in college. She does look pretty but also can't be tamed. If you have watched the movie about a blonde who wants to be a lawyer, she kinda gets her vibes but with black hair. "Anna, don't you remember me?! I'm Jan!!" She whispered enthusiastically to me. Wait no one should know who I really am. Out of panic I shut her mouth and push her to the wall. "What do you want?!" I said it angrily. I don't know what she wants. Money? Fame? Can't I just live normal like other people? I didn't notice it before, even though her face kind of looks terrified but her eyes staring straight at mine. "I want nothing, chill out." She looks calmer and pushes my hand slowly out of her face. She takes a tissue out of her purse and wipes her face

I don't hate it here. I have been through something worse than this. As I talk in my head, another bucket of gutter water splashed to my face. "Hahaha, son of a whore" Some boy mocking me as they running to the gate. This is not something new as I enrolled in an all-boys school. Sometimes they punch me, pour me with gutter water like before, use me as a stool and even use me as an ashtray. It's not like I can't fight them. I could but I don't want to make any problems for Dan. He got a lot of things on his plate. I don't know why he keeps hiding his emotion in front of me as if he wants to protect me as a father. Being fathered by Daniel Randerson means everything is tough love. I don't hate it at all. I love him to death but I just kinda hope he would want to share some of his problems with me, especially since we just have each other. I stand up and walk to a nearby store. This store is pretty old but I keep come back here to help the old lady w

My investigation about my sister keeps leading to a dead end. The best lead I got is the CCTV records from the porch that day. A guy with a black cap standing in front of the door. I guess he wants to knock at first to create a distraction but change his mind all of the sudden. God knows how long I've been replaying this scene. By his behavior I know he's agitated, clumsy but not clumsy enough to left some tracks. Police couldn't find any footprints because rain has washed it all away. Police also couldn't find any fingerprints, they conclude that he takes whatever he touches and use his clothes to touch something else like the door handle and some sort because in CCTV footage he didn't wear any gloves. What's weird there is also no trace in Grace's body even though he takes Grace's bracelet. I don't know why he takes Grace's bracelet, maybe he is a psychopath who takes things from victims and treasures them. I hate to think that some part of Grace is still out there w