Inside Scoop: Confessions of a Drunk Detective
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 3h 26m
  • Reads 74
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 9
  • Time 3h 26m
Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2024
Mature
Detective Derek Adler made a name for himself in New York City after dismantling the case of the Velvet Mist. He spent the Jazz Age dancing and making one-night connections, allowing whispers to follow him during Prohibition as he ended his nights stumbling loosely back home, making a fool of himself with no repercussions. Born with a chip on his shoulder, he could do no wrong, and well into the Great Depression, he remained beloved.
Beloved by all, that is, except for James Anderson, who vowed many years ago to expose the detective for who he truly was: a liar and a coward. 
It isn't until 1936 that the men's paths permanently intertwine, stringing together the horrid truths of the details of the Velvet Mist case.
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Dark Secrets

39 parts Ongoing Mature

I should not have survived. I escaped the monster who had taken my best friend's life, and yet, here I was, still trapped by the lingering nightmare, even after eight years. His image and memory haunt me, and I can't shake the feeling that he's still lurking out there, somewhere, biding his time. As fate wasn't done with me yet, when my co-worker disappeared and then found - mirrored the same way as my best friend was murdered all those years ago, I suddenly became a key figure in yet another murder investigation. As if my life weren't complicated enough, I found myself inexplicably drawn to the detective assigned to the case, as does he, and now we are racing against the clock to find the murderer before he finds me. We all have secrets; some are just darker than others.