Detective Agency Bsd Novels & Stories

94 Lilian Once I was in my car, I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for the best private detective agency in town. After a few rings, a calm, professional voice answered. “Good afternoon, Zenith Investigations. How can we assist you today?” “Hi, this is Dr. Lilian Grey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to hire a private detective to investigate someone. It’s urgent.” “Certainly, Dr. Grey,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “May I ask for some details? Who is the subject of the investigation, and what exactly are you looking for?”

Since he knew the Berkleys, the investigation should go smoothly without any need for any forceful legal procedures. “Don’t forget to take the portable Quantum Resonance Transponder Scanners with you.” Sandra reminded her brother. “With them, you should be able to identify the exact origin of the anomaly.” “I got it.” Sherlock and Gadgil mobilized a few CRC agents to go investigate the Outer Burst anomaly at the Berkley’s ranch. Many black jeeps were driving outside the parking lot. At the speed they were travelling, they would be arriving at their destination in an hour max. ***

’ ‘Suppose she has changed sides and is getting a huge bung from Greg for organising a revenge beating for Tanny and me? Abe went quiet. I waited for an answer, but got nothing. Had he not thought of that eventuality? He stared into space. The doorbell rang. Abe opened and returned with two men – or were they women dressed as men? Was I losing it? Abe held their business cards and tried to introduce them. As he hesitated, the taller, dressed in a butch trench coat, with ridiculously tightly permed, swept-back black hair, interjected, with a heavy Italian accent and a woman’s voice. ‘We are from a private detective agency in Milano. I understand your friend Ms Dee Bradley is not at home now –

One of them introduced himself and accused us of some silly crimes. He went further to accuse Bianca of leaking some confidential emails through her laptop. My eyes shifted towards Bianca who had already walked down the stairs. Her eyes locked with mine, wide, scared. I offered her a steady, warm gaze. A few minutes more, another man walked in, calm, composed, but commanding. He cut off the agent mid-sentence without effort, as he’d walked into his own office. Mr Smith,” he flashed a badge, “I’m Special Agent Noah Blackwood from the FBI. My men and I are here to ask you a few questions.

Suddenly, Sergeant Bosley stood up from his armchair, looking every bit as exhausted as the rest of us. "I’m really sorry, but I need to head back in to the station," he informed us, his tone shifting back to professional authority, though his hands were shaking slightly as he gathered his battered notebook. "Now we know the suspect is most likely Bryce Edmunson, it should hopefully make him significantly easier to track down and find." "Floral Fantasies are fully expecting your call so they can give you the fraudulent credit card details, if that helps?" Cleo offered, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. "I’ll walk you out."

"You're not fine. You're pushing your heart past safe limits." Before Emma could argue, the conference room door burst open. Two uniformed Boston Police officers entered, followed by a detective in a suit. "Dr. Emma Lawson?" the detective asked. "Yes." "I'm Detective Sarah Kim. Boston PD. I need you to come with me for questioning regarding a break-in at a Connecticut property registered to Dr. Victoria Chen." Emma's mind raced. The safe house breach. The FBI had mentioned it during the drive. But why were Boston police involved in a Connecticut crime?

She listened, not spoke, doing her job: be there, to be the one send the report to her boss Peter Embert so that the security agency would be more and more involved in the whole case, working parallel to the police, being a witness. For everyone, especially Maximiliano Bastidas, it was a brilliant job that he almost applauded. Seda called to emphasize to her son that none of this would have been possible if Carla hadn't called her and given him the idea, promising him that the foundation would have an official headquarters in London linked to the idle facilities that belonged to Carla Davison.

“We’d rather discuss this inside than out here where someone could overhear.” Judy unlatched the screen door and stepped back to allow the agents into the apartment. The men did a quick scan of the room, which was empty. One door off the right, probably leading to a bedroom, was closed. Happy to have gotten Ms. Nyland alone, they didn’t worry about whether her son was behind the closed door. “Now, what is this BSI?” Judy asked. “BSI is the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations,” Rome replied. “We have a few questions about your daughter Leesa.”

Before the door could completely open, someone yanked it open, pushing me aside. Three huge men walked in, and among them, I recognized Luca's guard, Sam. My eyes widened in terror, a groan escaping my lips. How on earth was this possible? I hadn't told Luca about this place! There was no way he could have tracked my location that quickly. Just like processing those guys' entrances wasn't enough, men dressed in security uniforms walked in. It wasn't security from the hotel, they were from the BCD. Business Crimes Division. The police division that was always rumored to never have been bought off. The reason why I never went close to them, making allies with the police was the best.

He wiped his nose while his head kept shaking for incredible unbelievable information entering his ears. “Investigation agent?” He stopped giggling and looked at Bernard who kept curling his lips. Bernard seemed halting some words coming out. But, he gave a nod to Edward. “A private agent but mostly to get information about love affairs, family scandals…” Bernard explained in a serious expression. “She’s working for a private organization”. Edward looked at Bernard. “You mean that some clients hire that private organization to find out the scandals of their spouses or they want to prove their suspicions on someone?”