Armed Detective Agency Novels & Stories

Sighing, I continued scrubbing, resigning to my fate. ___________ DETECTIVE WALSH It didn't take me long to find my first lead. It was a street urchin, a boy that I took to lunch and told him to tell me all he knew about the underworld and those who controlled it. When he mentioned the black mask agency, my ears perked up, and I was even more interested when I heard that they ruled the streets at the moment, and no one knew their leader or how they operated. They were a very strange group, according to him, and no one dared to mess with them.

The piercing wail of sirens echoed through the night as the FBI swarmed Ivy’s home. Flashing red and blue lights bathed the modest suburban neighborhood, creating an eerie juxtaposition of normalcy and violence. Agents moved with precision, cordoning off the scene while forensic officers meticulously documented every detail. Special Agent Akeem stood at the heart of the chaos, his towering frame radiating authority. His dark trench coat billowed slightly in the cool night breeze as he surveyed the scene with a practiced eye. The sight before him, however, gave even his seasoned instincts pause.

Sighing, I grabbed the device off the nightstand and frowned when I saw that it was an unknown international number, an American number to be precise. Apart from Mrs Duncan, I didn't know anyone there, plus the old lady's number was saved on my phone. I decided against answering the unknown number and rejected the call. I was about to block the number when my phone started ringing again, and without thinking, I answered the call and placed it to my ear. “Am I onto Miss Allison Wallace?” A man's voice boomed from the other end. “Yes?” My voice was laden with confusion. “Who is this?” “Good day, Miss Wallace, my name is Stephen Aguilar, and I'm a detective at the New York police department,” H

For a person he would love with all his life, for whom he would give everything and he knew that Riley was his life, she and their daughter Bella. Arriving in front of the detective agency, he opened the door of the car and went inside the big glass building. The lobby was enormous and he wondered how many clients and employees does this agency have. Why is it so big? A beautiful young girl was standing at the reception. - Good day, sir, how can I help you? - Good day, I am here because Mr. Rhodes called me and we made an appointment. He told me to come to his office. - All right, just a moment. Who is looking for it, please?

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.

Detective Kelvin said, adjusting his chair. "Well, I would support the police and we will all work together to get justice and the truth must prevail." Agent Richard said. "But this is a high-profile case, it's not like the regular ones." Detective Kelvin said, with a tone of worry in his voice. "Detective Kelvin, you are a police officer. I'm an agent working for the Federal Bureau of Intelligence (FBI). We are the domestic intelligence and security services for the United States. We are known for investigating cybercrimes, terrorism, murders of high-profile cases and so on and so forth.

The woman forced a smiled, her eyes all too knowing to be just a regular customer. “Vesper Martin?” My stomach dropped. How does she know my whole name? “Who’s asking?” She pulled out a badge, showing it to me. An FBI. The man did the same. “I’m Detective Nora Chen. This is Agent Elijah Reeves. We’d like a few minutes of your time.” “I’m working.” “It’s important.” The female detective insisted. Frankie appeared behind me sensing the tension. “Everything okay here?” “Yes.” I didn’t look at her. “Maybe I’ll just take my break now.”

said one agent. “Good point. We need to let them confront each other. We are not there to defend one or the other. All we want is to catch them at the climax. One good thing is that in England we have a partner agency that will support us. This makes me feel a little relieved,” I explained. “Are they really serious?” another agent asked. “Of course! I can’t afford to make mistakes.” I couldn’t tell them I knew Frank, but not as a professional. All I knew in terms of his career was that he was the head of the biggest agency in England. This made me trust his professionalism.

Of course, the company itself was a secret one. Morgan stepped out of his car and entered the company, which was specifically for important agents in the country, both detectives and secret spies. He went in and went straight to meet the head of the company. “Mr Morgan, forgive me, what brings you here to see me?” asked the head detective. “I know you are the most experienced in spying on someone. Please, I need your help quickly to investigate who has been sending me photographs and also to investigate the accident involving Alice five years ago. Also, look into a woman named Angelica Agatha Bruch,” said Morgan.

she said softly as their hands touched. “So how long have you two known each other?” Damien asked. “What?” Layla said. “Oh, a few weeks now,” Margo answered. Geez, girl, pull yourself together. “Great. What do you do, Alec?” Damien asked. “I’m an agent with the FBI,” Alec answered. “Wow,” Damien said. “I thought my job was stressful.” “It can be. It depends on the case,” Alec said. Layla felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was just too bizarre for her. “Will you guys excuse me? I have to make sure we have enough pate out.”