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Well, what would one expect from a rip-off loosely written storyline that tries to imitate cinema gold that is the Star Wars story? Not that it is even that, just from the basic outline you described in your post, it was semi reminiscent in my mind about the whole rescue attempt of Princess Leia...

( chapter 4, part 1… ) Chapter 4: Marley Bars Confectionary… Detective Harry Stone had left the Marley Manor estate behind him, Mrs. Ruth Marley’s words resonating within his head as he made his way southward back towards the scene of the crime. ‘Woe set beside our Queen, for the death of...

( chapter 3, part 10… ) The room Chief Detective Gregory Fonda found himself in was a medium sized sitting room of sorts, an elongated leather couch the central piece of furniture facing the only bay window that was facing towards outside the frontal street of the apartment complex. Royal...

( chapter 3, part 9… ) As the young woman known as Darla absconded outside with the still yapping dog called Fifi, Chief Detective Gregory Fonda inclined his personage towards what was evidently Mrs. Lemund, the mother of the victim. Mrs. Lemund took stock of the broad shouldered man as if...

( chapter 3, part 6… ) Detective Harry Stone removed his ramshackle hat in a sign of polite decorum, holding it limply by his left side before stuffing it haphazardly within his trench coat outer pocket so he had his hands free to retrieve his pen and notepad at the ready. “Detective Harry...

( chapter 3, part 5… ) Detective Harry Stone made his way into an elongated dining room with at least ten dark wooden seats with an off-set lighter toned tan dining table that reflected the sunlight cascading within the room through wide windows. The windows themselves also served as doors to a...

( chapter 3, part 4… ) Detective Harry Stone let himself straighten his back slightly to gain a smidgen of dignity in front of this agitated man. “I am here at the bequest of your late brother,” Detective Stone stated with a serious edge to his voice. The effect was instant, the agitated...

( chapter 3, part 3… ) It took Detective Harry Stone a few minutes as he surveyed the ground floor to find the Drawing Room by randomly opening a few doors until on his third try he opened a double door that emitted an overwhelming stench of freshly applied paint and he knew that he had found...

( chapter 3, part 2… ) Detective Stone entered the Parlour and closed the door behind himself, watching the twenty six year old man known as Joey Marley observe him enter with a look of contempt from behind his glasses. “Who are you?” Joey Marley asked with a melancholic sneer etched upon his...

( chapter 3, part 8… ) Chief Detective Gregory Fonda closed the door behind himself after entering the Lemund abode, taking note of the organised chaos of the main hallway. A medium fern-like plant in an overcompensating vase was reaching for the sunlight in the corner where a few loafers and...

( chapter 2, part 1… ) Chapter 2: The Peculiar Happening It was barely past one thirty as the noonday sun was still shining brightly in the sky with little to no cloud coverage. A strange noise of construction penetrated the usually quiet neighbourhood of Somerset Drive. The origins of this...

( chapter 3, part 7… ) Chief Detective Gregory Fonda was on his way to the deceased’s residence, a thirty-two Highland Hills, the rich district of the city. The outside of the house looked like a modest building, but Chief Detective Fonda knew looks were deceiving in this pretentious neck of...

( chapter 1, part 5… ) Putting on a superficial appearance, Miss Mary Pritchard walked back towards her living room with the air that nothing was the matter in the slightest, putting her best foot forward and squashing these inner feelings of detestation as best as she could allow. On the...

( chapter 1, part 4… ) A nearby bird of summer twittered a singsong melody in the background to the left of Mary Pritchard and Teresa Brooks, possibly from the nearby shrubbery tree that was in the neighbouring yard of house one hundred and twenty-nine. The two women did not acknowledge it as...

Interesting idea, but nope. I have multiple stories of real world constructs, it is true, but to answer your question, they are all seperate within their own real-world bubble. Though one could conceive it to be possible that characters could meet if there was an inter-dimensional way in a...

( chapter 1, part 2… ) The still sceptical looking Miss Mary Pritchard beheld a slight smirk upon her twenty-six year old face of bemusement as she delicately took the empty cups of three of the five guests within her home. The ladies seated around the table seemed not interested in her...

The House On The Lane Chapter 1: One Hundred and Thirty-First Somerset Drive There was nothing particularly unusual about the house upon the corner between Somerset Drive and Montane Street, a small cozy suburban house that had one floor above the ground floor that was insulated with brick...

( chapter 3, part 6… ) It was with cautionary trepidation and apprehension that made Hobo Ben hesitate as he was standing off the side of the main police building within Forbes Street, wringing his faded green beanie within his wrinkled hands. His bald head reflected the mid morning light of...

( chapter 3, part 1… ) Chapter 3: Family Matters… It took Detective Harry Stone but a few seconds after leaving the Side Lounge and closing the door dramatically behind himself that he had no indication of where to go next within Marley Manor, as he had inadvertently left his host behind...