Never Getting Back Together: A Detective Fiction Mystery Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

A Cop. An Ex-Boyfriend. A Mysterious 999 Call.

When Jason Jenkins investigates a 999 call at his ex's house, he discovers something far stranger. 

A gripping, unputdownable, suspenseful mystery short story about love, relationships and mysteries.

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Also available in Mystery Short Story Collection Volume 3.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224281374

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

Detective Jason Jenkins absolutely loved walking up the narrow little road of his ex-boyfriend’s. It was always the same and it was great to see that nothing had changed since they had broken up. All the semi-detached houses with their bright orange bricks were still the same, the windows were always clean and all the little front gardens were perfectly done.

Jason was hardly impressed that the damn pavement was still as lumpy, chipped and filled with little holes as it always had. He wanted to focus on the houses and the neighbourhood but he couldn’t because a rogue chip in the pavement might take him out.

When it was really cold his silly left knee still got sore because of a fall he had had when him and his ex had been carrying too many bags of shopping and had fallen off the pavement. Those damn chips and holes in the pavement were just lethal as far as Jason was concerned.

Jason shook the stupid memory away and he smiled at the sweet aromas of cherry, apple and blueberry pies that filled the air as he went past one house. It