Bruce Wayne Detective Novels & Stories

Chapter 79 “Is it his hand written?” I asked the new detective who will continue the investigation. Jean Gray. That's his name. He has such a feminine name, but he's really manly. We were all examining the paper we found at the old detective's hand. I knew that he would not leave us with nothing. Until his last breath, he made sure that there would be a clue left on us.

I let out a low chuckle, earning a smack on the head from Selene. “Ouch, that hurts,” I whined, glaring at her. She only smiled in return as she focused her attention on what was going on. “Explain yourself,” Xavier demanded, leaning forward, his hands placed on his chin. “I’ll answer that for her,” I replied, my voice loud but calm. “Everyone, this is Detective Tessa Dalton. A high-ranking detective working under the NYPD. She happens to be the detective in charge of the werewolves' sudden attack on the human territory.” I breathed out, smiling widely like one who had just won an award.

The male detective paused and sighed, "You're one psychotic teen werewolf, Zayne Marshall." That made Zayne lose it and I heard him growl at the detective, I moved from where I was, about to go intervene before Zayne did something he would regret. Then I heard the female detective, "Detective Grey, please stop. Mr Marshall, if we have any question for you, you'll be invited to the station, and please do well to honour our invitation. We are done here. Let's go, detective." Moments later, the door opened and the two detectives stepped out without Zayne and walked away.

"H-huh?" "Did I stutter? Or do you have plans with... Bruce" his eyes darkened a bit when he remembered the detective. Damien didn't like the detective, not because he was a cop...well, partly due to that, but it was because after years of being breed by the underworld, he could sense the subtle stench of dirty dealings that wafted off of those connected to the crime world and are knee deep in it. He didn't trust Bruce one bit. But Vivian was no naive to see it.

Introduction: Matteo Valentino -29 years old -Senior Detective in Central Police Department (CPD) -Also known as the 'Budding Genius' -Vincent's right-hand man and elder brother. Matteo entered the room while staring Vincent with his dark brown eyes, taking in his slovenly state. His hair was all messed up, his face looked dour, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his coat was thrown on the floor, his shirt was uncuffed and rolled up to his elbows giving a perfect view of his popping veins. Overall, his appearance looked deadly yet horrible. Matteo sighed and closed the door. He scanned his ravaged office and then shifted his gaze back to Vincent who was staring him with murderous

Hunter shifts uncomfortable while Father shoots him a deadly look. “Miss Davi, please accept my deepest condolences to your family. Please know that the police department is always willing to ensure that justice is served,” Detective Solomon whispers close to my ear. I don’t bother turning to look at him, nor do I respond. Solomon is the best detective in Asherway but he knows how futile his presence is here. That does not stop him from showing up at every mafia funeral though. This is despite no one ever talking to him. He even wears all black like us, you would swear that he was also mafia.

Having started out as a cop at the precinct, Brian had worked under the captain's supervision and the two had become close friends until two years ago, he had received an honorary award for helping the captain take down one of the city's worst criminals. For that, Brian had then climbed up the chain of command as detective. "Some kind of force that caused the first two cars to stop moving," a woman, a forensic, responded as she marked the area using yellow Do Not Cross tape. "It's all crazy if you ask me." "The sky's green," added the detective with a chuckle, "what do you expect!" As if in response to Brian's sarcastic addition, there was a sudden disturbance coming from high above when he

Because this was a land of monsters, and right now a monster had gone after a girl made of nothing more than sorrow and stars and light. Detective Bridger sighed. “Look, Mr. Warshouski, it’s my job. I don’t like questioning you any more than you like being questioned. I can see in your face you didn’t do these things, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask.”

Well, they were now haunting the community as well. Billy and Anders sat in the conference room at the station and waited as a team was heading in from Madison to support their investigation. The detectives specialize in cyber and monetary crimes and hopefully they would be able to trace Hal's enemy, who is torturing poor Lili. The aroma of a fresh pot of coffee permeated the conference room and Billy, in his agitated state, decided that a good cup of coffee might help distract him as he waited for the other detectives to arrive. Just as he was finishing up, adding the sugar and cream, an officer came in to let him know that the other detectives were just pulling into the parking lot.

"It seems Bruce Walter has a history of...questionable dealings." Reina's eyes widened. "What kind of dealings?" The detective hesitated. "Embezzlement, blackmail...and worse." My stomach churned. "Worse?" Detective James's gaze locked onto mine. "It seems Bruce was involved in human trafficking." The room spun. Reina's voice was barely audible. "Oh, Ethan." The woman's anger turned to tears. "My sister was one of his victims." I felt a mix of emotions – shock, guilt, and vindication.