Bruce Wayne Detective Novels & Stories

“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.

He handed Bruce to the two cops with him and took the other alleys. Detective Sean marched down with his subordinates down the alley, there was something fishy about this. And he's definitely going to the root of all this. Standing just few feet away. He turned to his men. "Let's go" He urged them. He saw the corpse of a man. So he hunkered down. Studying the corpse. Whoever had been killing people must have here and perhaps still here. He scrutinized the cops, and saw the scar on his face.

The detective's name is Reyes. He's got a coffee cup in his left hand and a notebook in his right and he looks at me with some kind of suspicion in his eyes, taking in my backpack and my clothes and the fact that I'm kneeling on the road next to a body with my hand on a dead boy's chest. "You knew him," he says. Not a question. "He's my brother."

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

I roared. I lunged forward. I didn't use a punch. I reached for his pocket. The detective moved with impossible speed, his hand turning into a gray metal claw. He swiped at my face, his nails whistling through the air. I ducked, feeling the wind of his strike on my neck. "Bryan!" I shouted. "Where are you?"

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

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.