Detective Agency Bsd Novels & Stories

Amaya's POV I’ve been here for six hours, repeating my story to different agents, answering the same questions over and over. My mates are in separate rooms, giving their own statements. The door opens and a new agent enters. Older, distinguished looking. His badge reads Agent Morrison, Department of Homeland Security. "Miss Reed," he says, sitting across from me. Not Amaya. Miss Reed. Formal. "I've reviewed your statement. Very detailed. Very thorough." "Thank you?"

“You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.” I lifted my chin. “You want me to help you guys?” He gave a small smile. “More than that...I want to recruit you.” “To what?” I looked back at him. “To be part of our unit...SDT..it's a Special investigations team. We need someone who’s tough and has been close to them in anyway. Someone they’ll underestimate or someone who has a reason to fight.” I looked back at the window, at Marcus’s pale face. My hands curled into fists. “I don’t just have a reason,” I said coldly. “I have a goal.”

"Layout, security, personnel." Diego nodded, already typing on his secure phone. "I'm reaching out to contacts who might have access to Port Authority records." Sarah hesitated, then made a decision. "I might have someone too. Someone inside the FBI who isn't part of Blackwood's circle." "Can you trust them?" Diego asked sharply. "As much as I can trust anyone right now," Sarah replied. "Agent Patel worked Vincent's case with me. She was the one who kept finding evidence that mysteriously disappeared."

He sat on the floor, the device in his palm, and felt something cold settle in his chest. They'd been listening. For weeks, maybe. Every conversation. Every argument. Every moment in the dark, when he'd thought they were alone. His phone buzzed. He looked at it, expecting Vincenzo, expecting Cole, expecting anyone but the name that appeared on the screen. Internal Affairs. He answered. "Detective Marchetti." The voice was male, professional, the voice of a man who had made a career out of destroying other people's. "I'm Special Agent Wells. I'm the one handling your case."

he said. Elizabeth nodded. “Brilliant,” Beverly said. “We will resume in fifteen minutes. We have another agent, who is due to join us shortly. She is a trainee, and she will aid the team during the mission.” The Faithless had learned about her from Agatha . Her sources had told her that June had a criminal record in New York and her abilities were about to be discovered. She had raised a lot of suspicion in her hometown. Although no one believed despite her insistence that she had telekinetic powers, it was just a matter of time before everything got out.

So in partnering with Blackthorne Security Solutions the hope was that people would be a little safe, abductions, break-ins, and murders by a preternatural entity might not be so common. The agency had its fair share of ‘easy’ jobs as well. Mediating disputes between the preternatural and the mundane, tracking down rogue shifters, especially those who have committed crimes against the mundane. Think of the Anderson Agency like highly specialized detectives and bounty hunters. With the rise of preternatural crimes they had been busier of late, and they were already spread thin before Walker went to Europe. Perhaps it was time after all to hire new people, specifically those that are magicall

Send ownership ASAP. His reply came in less than three minutes. Running it now. Hold. I stared at the screen, jaw clenched, while finance murmured uselessly behind me. A second message came through. Registered to Halcyon Investigative Services. Private detective agency. I read it twice. A detective agency. Interesting. Jason might not have put some idiot friend in a car. He might have hired someone to watch her movements properly. To gather what? Evidence? Dirt? Proof of some imagined conspiracy?

Bruce woke up to running water, a ringing phone, and a headache the size of a mountain. He groggily looked over at the clock. It was six a.m. Margo was in the shower. Bruce snatched the annoying ringing contraption and answered it. “Yeah,” he answered hoarsely. “Sorry to rustle you awake from one of your ladies’ beds, Styles, but we need you, Peterson, Soros, and Calcutta to report to SunBeam Savings and Loan as soon as possible,” Blanchette said. William Blanchette was supervisory special agent and his boss.

Warren says. Gabriel’s eyes begin to glow and a psionic wave of energy hits Warren and he falls back onto the sofa. “That was easy. Now tell me who you are,” Gabriel says. “I am Detective Warren Peace, I work for a secret government agency that investigates and monitors supernatural activities.” “What is your goal here?” “There has been a rise in supernatural activities in New York, I am one of the many agents planted to observe and report,” Warren says in a weak voice. “How did you know about The Assassin sisters?” he asks and Warren makes a weird sound like a purring cat.

The cold look on their faces almost had Andrea frowning but still met them with a smile. “Sorry, I don’t know who you are- “We’re Kent and Liam from Viper detective agency” The one with the hat introduced, referring the second guy as Liam. “Viper!?” Daisy exclaimed in disbelief, after all, the Viper is the best detective agency out there and they only take on highly profiled cases, to have them suddenly visit Andrea claiming they are from Boris could only mean one thing. ‘It seems the old man is keeping his word’ Andrea thought, but studying the detectives' looks, tone and mannerisms, it was obvious they didn’t want to be there.