Brash Investigators Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aria asked calmly, "Who did you see?" "A person who was on the news before." Haisley seemed uneasy and asked again, "Are you sure this is confidential?" Aria glanced at the audio recording and disrupted it with a click. "You can talk now. Who did you see?" Haisley clenched her hands. "One was Xavier Larkspur from the local trading association, and another one was from the Chamber of Commerce…" None of the police officers could hear what she was saying. One of the investigators removed his buzzing headphones and barged into the dark with a gloomy expression. "This goes against the rules!"

It's from Kimberly, her big sis. I've been in Russia for three years now—i joined The Bratva to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micheal Alonso, get the details from the cyber man in the third street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Adeshka. A smile painted Adeline's lips—a sad smile, but at least... there's hope.

' He ordered his driver, and the blacked-out SUV wove its way through the morning traffic as his fingers flew over the keyboard on his phone. 'Damn it.' He groaned; the media had already got hold of the story, and there was a continuous news loop running on CNN. 'Russian Bratva Principessa, Tavisha Khushanov, arrived downtown at the Police Precinct this morning in the ongoing case against MC club President Killian O'Hara. Also seen arriving was Dermot O'Connor, cousin of Killian O'Hara, who also happens to be the country's top lawyer in these cases, and arrived twenty minutes later.'

I just wanted to punish them for posing a threat to my family and Cellie. The investigator’s eyes grew wide when I walked in and I wondered just how much of a mess I looked. I hadn’t bothered with cleaning up and probably had blood on my face. My hands were still stained with blood. Grigori stealthy masked his initial expression as I got around the wide desk. The taut leather padding of my swivel chair grumbled as I sank my weight on it. “I was shocked upon entering the mansion. The bratva caused quite a mess.” He mentioned, pulling out his latest findings.

“The agents are coming out!” Instantly, dozens of cameras swung toward the entrance. The glass doors opened. A team of investigators emerged carrying sealed evidence boxes. Behind them came the leader of the operation, Agent Daniel Hayes. The moment reporters recognized him, the crowd surged forward. “Agent Hayes!” “Agent Hayes, over here!” Microphones appeared from every direction. Security personnel struggled to keep a path open as journalists fired questions. “Agent Hayes, can you confirm why JH Industries is under investigation?” Hayes remained composed.

Leaning over Tali’s body, Brashan checked for a pulse and found one. Reaching for his phone, he called Yuri back. “We have a problem,” he told him as soon as he answered. “I found Talli Janick knocked out and her office ransacked when I got here.” “Damn. Is she okay?” “I don’t know. Can you send Sazon over to check her out? Tell him to come in through the back door. I’m gonna look around and see if anything is missing but I don’t want to leave her on her own until I know what’s going on.”

Another one said and I fisted my hand in a ball. "Do. Whatever. You. Can. But. Then...." I said fuming in anger as I threw a big vase which is by my side shattering it into pieces. All five investigators who were there moved back a bit because of this disaster in front of them. They all looked at me in horror and then again hung their head down. "Why do I even pay you, haan? You all just know how to enjoy at my expense... How do you even get a tag of 'being best'? You all five are named as the best investigator by the London Times but then you can't even find a single information."

At the time, he was investigating the flow of funds from prominent families to police officers and a host of other state officials. "He was doused with hard water after coming home from the morning prayer at the mosque," said Mr. P. "What! ICEC investigators attacked? Who is he? and who did it? Damn it! That's cruel," I responded. "Sameer," Matt replied, "Sameer Nasri is the name of the investigator who became the victim. And the police haven't caught the culprit yet." "What? I remember that name. He was the ICEC investigator who arrested Brother Bowie. And now he was attacked by a stranger? Was the attack on him because he captured a prominent person," I said.

Enhancing her vision with the binoculars, she noticed that the lead crime scene investigator had gone stiff, one hand pressed against his walkie-talkie as he listened to an incoming transmission. His shoulders tensed as he absorbed the message. Then, without hesitation, he turned, barking orders. Breanna lowered her binoculars and reached for her phone. She didn’t hesitate in calling his number. The investigator answered immediately. “Yes Ma’am.” His voice was tight. “What's the situation?”, Breanna asked with a composed voice. “We just got a group bloodshed.” His deep voice reported. Breanna's grip on the phone tightened. “Location?, I will head there with the forensic squad”.

After some minutes of silence,I heard him say, “I don’t want her to get hurt.” I looked at him. “Then let her fight.” He didn’t answer right away, but I think he understood. *** Inside, Isabella had already made her shortlist of investigators. She showed me each and every of their profiles. “This one specializes in corporate takedowns,” she said, pointing. “And this one did a profile for a media scandal I followed two years ago. Real bloodhound energy.” I pointed to a third one. “This guy looks boring enough to be dangerous.”