Ace Detectives Novels & Stories

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

Because Ace had left at dawn with a mission only he could pull off. He’d gone to meet the one person even the Vipers despised more than the cartel. Deputy Director Hale. Corrupt. Cunning. Bought seventeen different ways. And Delgado owned his debt. Ashley paced the dirt path until she spotted a single headlight cutting through the dark. Ace’s bike. He rode into the compound like he hadn’t just risked being shot, arrested, or disappeared. He parked the bike, swung a leg over, and ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair.

Ace was buttoning up his shirt to go to the office when he heard his telephone blare. He already knew who was calling him. It is high time Sherlock realizes his mistake of meddling with him. Because even handling a dangerous criminal like him was like a kids game for Ace. He is an industrialist who could mint millions in a day. Because of the reputation and power he holds in the country, he could smash criminals like Sherlock to pulp with a snap of his fingers. Little did Sherlock know Ace was only waiting for the time he got to know his actual identity. His men are behind the make-up artist who applied the prosthetic theory on Sherlock. The man had been absconding for a while. Once Ace gets

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

However, since he is Micah's best friend, I've come to know him, and I suppose I can say he has become a friend by acquaintance. During our separation, Ace took many lives, including that of the police captain who had been fired for abusing several women, including his own daughter for dating someone he disapproved of. It felt like Ace was establishing a pattern, almost as if he were trying to signal that he still remembers me. The true identity of the murderer remains a secret known only to Micah and me, and Micah becomes visibly upset whenever he sees the news reports about the killings.

There was nothing that these rich folks wouldn't do to stay out of trouble. It was easier to deal with the more common folks who didn't have the money to throw around to free themselves from any allegations. But with rich people, things were a lot more complicated. The hunter could quickly become the hunted and no one would say shit about it. When Detective Camille Adams and her able partner, Detective Jackson Cooper finally set out for Sheraton group of companies where their new suspect worked, they did so with so many doubts. But as they neared their destination, Detective Adams started to lose her nervousness. She had a duty to perform to the people after all. If Edmund Hamiton was guilty

The door opened and I watched as that bastard Ace Benett whose real was Michelle Jordan was brought in by the police. Ace stared at me and the moment he saw me, I watched as a wicked smile pasted on his lips. He was made to sit beside his lawyer before he was uncuffed and his eyes went to me. "Elias calm down." Aubrey said as she placed her hand over mine. "Let your big sister take care of the battle from here." Aubrey was confident about the case today but something felt off. I knew there were some criminals who felt no remorse for their crimes but there was always this sense of shame, anger, disappointment and impulsivity, Ace only showed excitement.

The person who dropped Rebecca off was the detective and not Ace. “When did you get in here?” He asked, bewildered. Ace stared at him with disdain. He taunted, “How is that your business?” Before they made the move to run away, Ace called out, “Uncle Levi!” Levi and four policemen walked in with arrest warrants. They finally had something to nail Carlos and his friends, coupled with their numerous crimes. Ace added more. “They wanted to gang rape her. I have everything recorded,” He handed over the video recorder to Levi.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.