Armed Detective Agency Novels & Stories

So in partnering with Blackthorne Security Solutions the hope was that people would be a little safe, abductions, break-ins, and murders by a preternatural entity might not be so common. The agency had its fair share of ‘easy’ jobs as well. Mediating disputes between the preternatural and the mundane, tracking down rogue shifters, especially those who have committed crimes against the mundane. Think of the Anderson Agency like highly specialized detectives and bounty hunters. With the rise of preternatural crimes they had been busier of late, and they were already spread thin before Walker went to Europe. Perhaps it was time after all to hire new people, specifically those that are magicall

Who could it be? She cautiously made her way to the door and peered through the peephole. It was a man she didn't recognize, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking. "My name is Agent Reynolds," he said, flashing a badge. "I'm with the FBI. I need to talk to you about what happened in that town." Emma's heart sank. She had been hoping to put the events of the past few days behind her, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

the female detective called for confirmation. "Yes?" she responded. He brought out his badge immediately "Detective Rowland. You are under arrest for the... "

Adrian paced the hallway outside the med-bay, his mind racing as bits of data and blurry images from the surveillance feeds replayed behind his eyes. Victor was in custody. Elena was safe—for now. But the unease in his gut wouldn’t let him rest. He wasn’t used to unfinished puzzles. But this one? This had too many missing pieces. His phone vibrated in his palm, the secure line lighting up with an encrypted call. He answered without hesitation. “This is Detective Lane, NYPD Major Crimes Division,” came the clipped, professional voice. “We’ve received word you’ve apprehended Victor Langley?”

I stared at Collin trying to figure out what kind of game Mr Edison had played with me but Collin reduced my doubt. “We got a call from our boss who directed us here. We work for an anonymous agency, we help you with your dirty jobs and get paid. We were paid for one month and you are yet to assign us orders" he said, boldly.

“What are you on about?” “Detective Murphy and detective Leonard were never assigned to be partners from their precinct. They became partners the day they found Loretta’s corpse. Detective Murphy worked with state security in Fallout city, while Detective Leonard worked for the local police.” Derik didn’t seem to understand what vital information Alex was trying to pass on. He was feeling more puzzled by the moment.

Sue, shocked, takes a step back. Drugs? That's an all time low for them both. "So what does Mr Mason have to do with it?" "Miss Alexa gave us..." Two newcomers part the thick crowd and come out in the open space. One of them give the talking police officer a look and he keeps quiet immediately. "Let's go back to the station Officer Moore." The two officers leave, leaving the newcomers. The female one amongst the two flashes her badge. "Agent Harper, FBI." Wade steps back, Ford pats him. "FBI? What has the FBI got to do here?"

“Yes, sir. They call themselves a detective agency, but they do a lot more than that. Surveillance, intimidation, coverups and also… well…” “Hit jobs,” Adrian finished. Luca didn’t blink. “Yes, sir.” A cold shiver moved through me. Adrian opened the envelope and slid the letter out. His eyes moved over the page once. Then again, slower. He took a long breath. “What is it?” I asked. He looked at me. “Well,” he said, “we now know where Chloe got her brilliant idea from.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” Without a word, he handed me the letter.

Gray pushes open the door to see the receptionist. She takes in their appearance and then smiles. They are not dressed in their uniform, just in regular detective clothes. A leather jacket, black round necks and jean trousers alongside with tracks just Incase they encounter a situation they need to run in, and just as unusual as it sounds, it's not rare. "Good afternoon gentlemen. How can I help you?" Gray doesn't waste any time in flashing his ID Badge to her. "Detective Gray, Brooklyn District Police department. I am wondering if any woman named Lily Woods came here this morning?"