Novel & Cerita Armed Detective Agency

NEW YORK POLICE HEADQUARTERS (NYPD) Michael Emerson is a detective who leads the NYPD's homicide division. He had just been promoted after solving a cold case that had gone unsolved for 20 years. A premeditated murder that apparently involved a famous conglomerate This time, Mike gets a murder case that actually looks simple. A CEO was shot dead in his home, and the identity of the killer has been confirmed.

The studio felt strangely intimate at night, soft lamps instead of overhead lights, shadows pooling in the corners, the faint scent of metal and wax lingering from the day’s work. Ryan leaned closer to my screen. “This firm is reputable,” he said, pointing. “And they specialize in discreet investigations for high-profile corporate cases.” “Are you sure we can trust them?” I asked. “I’ll make sure we’re protected. I’ll handle the contact.” His hand brushed mine. “They won’t know it’s you.” I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that reassurance until it hit me. We vetted three agencies, cross-checked every red flag, and finally settled on one. Ryan drafted the initial inquiry, his fingers movin

This emits another groan from Ryders. I don't intend to introduce Ryder to any more of my criminal contacts and I only say contacts cause not all of them are what anyone would consider friends. As Ryder's already pointed out, he is an FBI agent and he's very much into upholding the law. Constantly parading criminals in front of him is risking his job. He's supposed to be bringing them in, not turning a blind eye because of me. Ryder groans yet again and his fingers go up to his head, massaging his forehead. "You're giving me a migraine."

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

It was chilly Monday morning and headquarters was filled with a lot of officers, hailing from different Intelligence and Crime Divisions, a sign that this would be a hectic day for all the officers and agents. Lance, the best Agent at NBCI, a short form of the famous National Bureau of Crime Investigation strode across the lobby, receiving greetings from colleagues and admirers as he headed to his office, feeling a sense of pride.

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

“What a surprise. Are you here to see me off?” “You’re not going anywhere, Alice,” I said, stepping closer. Her expression didn’t falter, but I could see the tension in her body. “And why is that? Last I checked, I’m free to travel.” “Not when you’re under investigation for conspiracy, fraud, and aiding and abetting your brother’s crimes,” Harper interjected, her voice as sharp as steel. “Alice Dalton, you’re under arrest.” Alice scoffed, crossing her arms. “This is absurd. You have nothing on me.”

she said. Maureen is the first daughter of Principal Myles. She’s a private Detective in New York City. She has a good record and often the NYPD has contracted her to work on certain complex cases with them. The FBI is not left out. They often use Maureen Myles to nail complex cases. She isn’t perfect in her relationships. She has had several failed relationships. Maureen is damned good in her life outside of relationships. Rosita hug up the call and glanced at her mother. “She said she will be on the next flight to New Orleans ASAP.”

She felt disgusted by that touch, but she did not pull away. Arabella approached the reception desk. "Hello," Mason greeted the receptionist, who was typing rapidly on the keyboard in front of her. "Good morning. How can I help you?" the woman replied, not even looking at Arabella. "We've come to see Spencer." The receptionist looked up at the couple in front of the counter. "Inspector Davis will guide you. Please, follow me." The receptionist's badge displayed her name: Eloise Donelle. Eloise circled the reception desk and then led the young and beautiful couple into the department, where the magic of law enforcement happened.