Armed Detective Agency Novels & Stories

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He’d had his head buried in the sand so far he could see the mountain of bodies that had stacked up over the years due to his agency’s inability to do their jobs, and somehow I was supposed to stroke his ego and play nice. Still, we signed off with a grunt and a nod from the detective and got back to our monotonous chess game. True to her word Arianna called the bar and the businesses around where the P.I.’s office was, when mentioned the name every single one of them hung up. I was starting to fear we were attracting the attention of someone we didn’t want. I didn’t believe in the effectiveness of the American government, but to be untraceable by even your taxes was a feat. Whoever this Rya

“You? One of us? Are you on drugs or something? Look at you.” I understood his skepticism. The fat, disheveled woman standing before him was a far cry from the sleek, powerful agent I once was. But I hadn’t come this far to be turned away. “I’m Allison Miles,” I said, my voice steady. “I used to be a top agent here.” His laughter sounded through the alley. “Allison Miles? That’s hilarious. Allison Miles was perfect in every aspect, unlike you.” Ignoring his taunts, I rattled off a series of codes, my words flowing in the cryptic language used only by the agency’s elite. “Delta-7, Bravo-3, Omega-12. Operation Nightfall. Cipher X-ray.”

I nodded and move my queen piece on the King's enemy piece. It's according to the plan, but I didn't intend to make Brittany suffer I prison Kenji to lore her here but it hits the second plan she runs on her traitor agency. "Wha-What Ha-happen to her?" Kenji nervously asks, I looked at shin my butler and nodded. I want her to explain what is happening. "Dark Angel Agency is a secret agent agency that killing Mafia syndicates and gangs, but deep information about it is-" I looked at Kenji who was now listening intently.

“When you were in New York you invested his money in a hedge fund and lost it,” I said, thinking aloud. Now the connection between the two men made more sense. “He holds you responsible.” “Shut up!” he snapped, the gun wavering. “Get down on your knees. Keep your hands in the air. What agency are you from?” “DEA,” I said to mollify him. He wasn’t a bad guy like Murrieta, only caught up and used as one of his many pawns. Sure, he was a dick and deserved

I entered the alarm company’s office displaying the confidence that I actually felt. I set my handbag on the counter so that the badge could be easily seen. It had Helmsworth Investigations stamped on it in raised letters, but I was banking that the clerk wouldn’t look that closely at it; especially since I was quick to hand her my business card which had the correct information about me and my new agency on it; including my license number. After informing her that I was the one who she’d spoken to on the telephone and that telling me that she was sorry wasn’t enough assistance in such a serious matter, I demanded to know the names of the installers that they’d sent to the house.

But she kept on forgetting it. It was my turn to growl as Aela asked, “You’re a detective?” Dunbar dipped her chin. “Of a sort. I’m an agent with the FBI. I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

’ ‘Suppose she has changed sides and is getting a huge bung from Greg for organising a revenge beating for Tanny and me? Abe went quiet. I waited for an answer, but got nothing. Had he not thought of that eventuality? He stared into space. The doorbell rang. Abe opened and returned with two men – or were they women dressed as men? Was I losing it? Abe held their business cards and tried to introduce them. As he hesitated, the taller, dressed in a butch trench coat, with ridiculously tightly permed, swept-back black hair, interjected, with a heavy Italian accent and a woman’s voice. ‘We are from a private detective agency in Milano. I understand your friend Ms Dee Bradley is not at home now –

So The Seven Wolves must also use the same method. "So we're working with the cops now?" asked James sarcastically while folding his legs and sitting on the sofa with a cold appearance and a black suit. The cop he was referring to was Jose Gonzales. One of the NYPD's anti-gangster units. He grinned when he saw James Belgenza. He knows precisely who the gangster leader Daga Nero is. "My old friend Alan Harrison asked me to investigate Mr. King," he said, glancing at Mars beside him. James snorted sarcastically and glanced at Shawn, who raised an eyebrow with his cynical smirk.

he said. "Oh, like the board of Directors. More like Board of the Agent" she said and laughed at her own joke. "Ok continue" she said. "What do you do in this agency?" She asked. "We deal with corrupt businessmen" he said. "That's more like what I do mom" she said and looked at me. "...in a legal way, Miss. We deal with people in a legal way and we don't leave any clue until the person is ruined" he added. "Oh. That's why it's called a Secret Agency. It's in the name for Pizza sake" she said.