Novel & Cerita Armed Detective Agency

"Who is this?" "My name is Agent Janie Drummand. I'm with the Chicago chapter of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I need your help." I was completely caught off guard, heat rising to my face from calling her so many names. I was about to apologize when something hit me. "Hold on. How did you get my number?" She laughed. "Doctor, it's not hard for an agent to retrieve whatever phone number they would like." "Of course. What do you need?" "I have an autopsy that I need performed in a timely manner."

I hesitated, then admitted, “Someone’s been texting me. Anonymous. Warning me about things. Telling me what to do, where to go. They seem to know everything.” He gave a shaky laugh. “That’s terrifying.” “Yeah,” I agreed, glancing at him. “But it’s also the only reason we’re still alive.” My phone buzzed in the cup holder. I grabbed it. Another message. Hartford General ER is secure. Federal prosecutors have agents inside. Trust Agent Martinez. Don’t trust anyone in a police uniform. Richard Stone owns the local police. I showed Alex the screen. “This could be a trap,” he murmured, his voice faint.

bloody attractive. As I stood there admiring my team, a black, heavily tinted jeep pulled up and Alec got out. He walked closer and I got a better look at him. He was wearing FBI bullet proof vest and the whole outfit. I made a gesture to the clothes. “Oh yeah about this. My real name is Alec Santiago. I am an undercover agent from the FBI assassination department assigned to kill Edward Hawford, Richard Black and George Mikealson.” Alec said putting his hand out for me to shake.

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.

"I'm Special Agent Wells. I'm the one handling your case." Alex's jaw tightened. "I don't have a case. I'm not a cop anymore." "You're a former officer under investigation for collusion with a known criminal organization. That makes you a case." A pause. "I'd like to meet. Tomorrow. My office." Alex looked at the device in his hand. The tiny piece of plastic that had been listening to his life. "I think I'd rather meet somewhere else." Another pause. Longer this time. "Where did you have in mind?"

And the body was dead, the cells can't repair themselves because the organs are not functioning. Before I could realize it, we pulled up into the cemetery. People wearing black can be seen from afar. It must be Adrian's relatives. We quickly went to the burial site and watch in the distance as they lowered the casket where Adrian was laying peacefully. After the ceremony, I quickly approached Adrian's parents and spouse. "Our deepest condolences Mr. And Mrs. Chambers, I am Jane Watson, head detective of the police department." I shook their hand. "Please to meet you, Ms. Watson." Mr. Chambers replied.

Adrian traced circles on the back of my hand, and the movement helped me stay calm. “We’re here,” Agent Gregory announced as he pulled into a parking garage, then showed his badge to drive under the arm that blocked the entrance from regular commuters. He drove under and parked the vehicle, and we all exited the car and followed him inside the building. We walked down the pristine hallways, past a barista stand decorated with a large Seal of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and to an elevator.

Dante says, his voice sharp and steady, no trace of the drugged, defeated man he pretended to be thirty seconds before. The warehouse doors burst open, but it is not the corrupt mole’s raid team pouring through the entrance. It is a group of plainclothes detectives, led by a woman with a badge pinned to her jacket that reads SPECIAL AGENT MARKS, the clean task force faction Sarah Chen spent the last twenty four hours helping us connect with. They fan out across the warehouse, weapons raised, arresting the two guards and Clara before she can reach for her pistol.

Tia nodded. “May I know why you are looking for her. We do not just give away information concerning any of our staff without necessity.” “Yes, of course.” Tia replied and pulled out her detective shield badge, holding it up against the receptionist’s face. “Tia Sparrow, NYPD detective.” The receptionist mouthed an “ohh” and briefly glanced over at Aiden, who stood watchfully behind Tia, both hands on his hips, looking around the place like he was looking for someone.

Third Person's POV The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the Ryder mansion, but Marianna hardly noticed. Her phone buzzed insistently, a sound she usually ignored. Today, however, it seemed urgent. “Hello?” she answered, her voice a little sharp. “Marianna Ryder?” The voice on the other end was formal, almost cold. “This is Inspector Adewale from the Narcotics and Firearms Unit. We are summoning your son, Liam Ryder, for questioning regarding drug trafficking and illegal weapons possession.”