Bruce Wayne Detective Novels & Stories

*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° MALE LEAD : Alexander Wayne FATHER : Mathew Wayne. MOTHER : Kylina Wayne. AGE : 26. PROFESSION : Ceo of Mathew Expertise, Appointed as the youngest new leader in Mafia World. PERSONALITY : Cold, merciless, hates disobedience and untidiness, likes to be the dominant one and hates to be controlled.

I’m sure he brought her in just to monitor my movements in this case. I stepped on the brakes and my old Mercedes stopped immediately, the brake sound was awful; but still I had refused to get a new car. The Mercedes was passed down to me by my father, who was a detective himself; it kind of makes me feel that safe. I heaved a sigh, thinking about my dad would only make things worse; he’d be so pissed with me wherever he is. I was unable to protect my sister; that was the last thing I heard my dad say the day he died.

"It's a harmless question." "Is it really?" "Yes!" He insists. "It is!" Bryce scoffs. "Knowing you, that's highly doubtful," he says. "Nothing about you has ever been harmless, Blaze. Trust me - I would know." Blaze shakes his head, telling the man to bite it - his tongue - before he lost it for being a 'smart ass'. "And if what you're saying is true, then you know I'm being completely serious." Humming, the detective shrugs off Blaze's touch. "Yes... I do."

PRESENT The detective glared sharply at him, the process of detaining him to the station was extremely difficult, since he was a high class celebrity. Leaning in, the detective raised his eyebrows, ready to fire his questions. “Carter Bruce.” The detective wavered briefly, “where were you the day your fiancée disappeared?” Carter crossed his arms, his gaze wandering about the room. “I was out of the country,” he muttered. The detective stood from his chair, moving close to Carter. The case had resulted to sleepless night—an unresolved and frustrating case. It was frustrating because there was no trace of the kidnapper—as though Raven had vanished into thin air. Or worse she was already dead.

Since this was a Super Detective System, for what reason wouldn't he be able to proceed to turn into an investigator for hire or something to that effect? As an investigator for hire, it was feasible to make millions every year on the off chance that he got along admirably. With the framework's assistance, Luke could become well off as an investigator for hire. Be that as it may, what kind of future would he be able to have assuming he turned into a cop? Indeed, even New York's police boss didn't make more than USD 200,000 every year. Obviously, the higher-positioned ones didn't depend exclusively on their compensation to get rich. After they resigned, they could maybe proceed to give discou

Chapter 77 Alpha llyod's POV The detective was an old man with a limp. I doubted him from the moment I laid my eyes on him but callum was so confident about his expertise My heart still managed to beat rapidly in my chest as I thought about Veronica and cade, wondering if I had made the right choice, if they would have not been safer with me by their side. " I heard you are trying to investigate the drug syndicate, eve?"the man asked as he sat down.

Dylan said, and he could immediately see the recognition in Alec's eyes, and at the same time, fear was there, too. “I've worked a lot of cases in my life, Mr. Knight; I don't remember all of them.” Alec said. “But you would have to remember this one; I mean, after this case, you were promoted to senior detective at the homicide department. Maybe their names will jog your memory, their names were Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Dylan said and Alec gasped. “I take it you remember the case now?” Dylan asked him. “Yes I do, but it wasn't much of a case. They slipped on some ice, and the driver lost control, and they crashed into a tree.” Alec said.

She had to rely on her feminine instincts. Bruce ran out of the computer room and down the corridor towards the small kitchen in the precinct, where he hoped to find Darren. “Boss, I found him. The cameras caught him!” exclaimed Bruce in front of Darren who was talking to Detective Forbs. “Finally. I told you we would be faster. Do you know where he is?” Darren asked in an upbeat voice. “Close to home. He was caught on one of the traffic cameras crossing the street. Of course, he's on the move, so we won't find him in the exact same place,” said Bruce.

It's obvious that an underground bank borrowed someone's identity. On the tablet, Jason Howard’s identity information is clear, as well as clear records of his work for the Duncan family. Information that many private detectives and investigators found difficult was now laid out in front of Mia in such a clear and logical manner. It was hard for her not to be moved by such means and efficiency. She was mentally prepared today. The emotions of being forced to come to see Bruce have also healed. Seeing his energy at the scene made her more clearly aware of the gap between herself and an alpha. But she took it well.

“Listen carefully, detective. You’re in my house, my prison. There’s no badge, no warrant, and no law here except mine. So I’ll ask again—who sent you?” Silence. Stubborn. I respected that in a man, but only to a point. I stood and nodded to Venom. “Make him talk. Start with his fingers if you have to. I’ll check back in an hour.” Venom grinned. “With pleasure.” The detective’s breathing quickened as Venom stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. I turned to leave, the man’s shouts trailing after me as the door slammed shut. I poured myself a drink, staring at the swirling liquid in my glass. The Washington family. A detective sniffing around. It wasn’t a coincidence—someone was pushing, test