Ace Detectives Novelas e Histórias

“That works for me too.. Also.. you said that you can remember the faces of the ones who kept you there? Can you help me by describing what they look like? We might know these people.” Ace’s eyes flashed. “You know them?!!” His hands clenched into fists. Detective Jones noticed that Ace had put his guard up so suddenly. “Wait–sorry.. Did I get you confused? I’m saying that we have records of criminals here in the department. So if you describe to us what they look like, we might be able to compare it to the photos of the criminals that we have on record. Then we’ll know who took you.” Ace unclenched his fists.

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

"Nope. Don't count on it." Nicholas almost laughed at Ace, seeing his annoyed expression. He was being blatantly insulted by Alicia. Nicholas cleared his throat, then stuffed both hands into his pants pockets and walked over to Ace. "Tell me that information and get out of this room," he said with emphasis. Ace shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "You're surprisingly aggressive and impetuous, detective," he said sarcastically. "I'm going to ask you one question and you have to answer it honestly." Nicholas rolled his eyes lazily. "I don't have much time. Tell me what you want!"

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

This time, I'm looking for Stewart, Nica, or Maria. I almost jumped for joy when I saw Nica’s name at the length of the lists there. Wow, Nica is the best investigator while Ace is one of the secret agents. If you are wondering why Ace's cellphone has phone numbers, it is because it is his business phone where all the possible contacts that are needed or people who approach them to settle cases are hidden and compiled. Her phone rings but no one answers. I dialed again just in case it was just doing something. After a few rings I just decided not to bother them anymore because I might just be bothering them.

Who are they? The older man smiles politely. “Hello, my name is Detective Adams, and this is Detective Wilde.” He gestures to the bearded man beside him. “My officer tells me you’re Elizabeth Bell.” I nod. “We’ve been in charge of the investigation since you first disappeared,” he continues, watching me closely. “Can you please follow us?” I hesitate for only a second before standing and walking with them. I remind myself to move with confidence, to act as though I have nothing to hide.

Jasper was here on a crime search warrant, obviously on duty, in search of a criminal, probably disclosed by an insider or a tracking device. Wait. A criminal? I paused. I frowned. Then, it hit me. Ace Reynolds! Christ! “I-I need to go back.” I informed in a haste. But, none of them paid attention as I slipped away, both immersed in the arguments of whether or not Jasper should search the restaurant. I scrambled into the opposite direction, heading for the elevator with shaky legs. The Feds are here for Ace Reynolds. Oh my God. The moment I dashed into the room, almost stumbling on my heels, I walked up to Ace who was seated, devouring his meal.

Diego smiled sarcastically. “I’m not doing this for someone. I just want answers.” “Oh, really? Why did you open the case after having said Eliza died in the hands of robbers?! Doesn’t it sound strange?” Getting up from his seat and leaning forward, Edmund looked right into Ace’s eyes. Ace copied his posture. “What?” Ace continued.

It was Jessica. He parked and stepped out of the car, leaning against the hood as she approached. Jessica stopped, her face flushed from exercise, her hands folding over her chest in a defensive, arrogant posture. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice dripping with the classic Van Doren attitude. She didn't even look at his face, staring instead at the front door of her mansion as if waiting for him to move out of her way. Cliffer turned slowly. "Yes, ma'am, you can. I’m Detective Cliffer from the Central City Precinct. I’m here investigating the shocking death of Gracious Auckan, better known to some as 'Mama G'."