The Longest Night: Gerald Ross

By Alex Jones

The first introduction and short story of a low-profile private detective, Gerald Ross. With his wits and quick sharp observation and intuition, he is the man who can get the job done. The man that never fails to amaze his clients and his suspects.

Private detective Gerald Ross goes to an exclusive dinner party as part of the guests of one of his friend's wife, Mrs Hannah Maxwell. It was supposed to be a wonderful evening when the body of Hannah Maxwell was found dead in her room. Shocked and heartbroken, the wife's husband, turned to Gerald Ross to solve the case, and it is all up to him before the murderer gets away with the crime

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Jones
• Release date: Jan 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005826444

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To my loveable parents. The older I get, the more I cherish the support of what they gave me.

At eight forty-one on a Wednesday evening, Mrs Hannah Maxwell scanned her big clear green eyes around her room before closing the door behind her and headed towards a closet nearby.

She passed in front of a small mirror and studied at the dreadful dress she had worn for the party; a huge spot of red wine from her chest penetrates the pretty colour of her silver dress that she almost looked like she had just killed somebody at a party. She groaned at the horrific sight and removed her bright dress from her body; her pale white skin lit up as she stripped herself and looked for another dress to replace her silver-stained dress.

‘God, what a pity’, she thought when she glanced at her silver dress one last time before picking up a red dress out of the closet.

Next to her, from where she was, there was a packet of letters placed at the side of the lamp on top of a drawer, letters that had disturbed her since the first letter arrived at her home last July and the last letter she had received four days before the party.

No one knows about these letters except herself. Why she kept it secret from her husband and the maids of her house was a mystery, and not once did she ever think to report it to the police, despite her fears of being killed quietly tonight by someone she doesn’t know ─ which is why there is a huge party downstairs where she had entertained her guest for a few hours while her husband enjoyed his time with his mates outside on the house’s garden, thinking that if her would-be killer ever decided to proceed on killing her Wednesday night, whoever it is, if ever this killer exist at all, would feel intimidated by the sheer numbers of guests at her house, therefore, leaving no space to kill her without being seen.

The thought of it caused her to smile a little, but not for long, knowing that her safety would be short-lived once the party is over where her guest would head back to their respective homes had shaken her body to the core and was simply now that she found her plan stupid and flawed after she dressed on her red dress and had applied a small amount of makeup on her face.

What if the killer’s smart enough to wait for the party to dwindle and strike me after I let my guard down in my sleep?

What am I supposed to do after the party’s over? I can’t just alert my housemaids about it, especially my husband. If they learn about this, I won’t have an alibi or a reason for me to keep it a secret from them… oh, God, I’m such a stupid, stupid girl, I tell you.

I didn’t think this through at all! I need to do something about it; I won’t die tonight, never.

It occurred to her she had spoken her thoughts out loud and had whispered it all during her state of gaze while she sat on the bed. Her eyes narrowed, her fingers twitched. She kept darting her eyes from side to side. Her thoughts worried her very much; she had not noticed a glint from the floor.

And the last memory of the late Hannah Maxwell