Novel & Cerita Detective Allison Kerry

“I need to speak with you. I see that you're sitting at the waiting area, waiting for your flight, isn't it?” Damon's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.” He stood up abruptly, turning to leave. Allison was faster. She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Who are you trying to fool? You’re Damon Reed. And I said, I need to speak with you.” He scoffed. “Who are you, some reporter? Because you don’t look like a cop.” Allison chuckled. “You’re right, I’m not a cop. But I have the power to hand you over to them.”

This is why she tries to avoid him, his words always managed to entice her. His sweet words trapped her inside a never-ending fantasy inside his world. "Rae", Troy's voice snapped her out. She was startled and turned around to Troy. "Oh Troy, what is it?" she asked Troy. "I think I got a new lead about the killer, you should come and see", Troy said. "Got it" the female detective nodded. Vicky suddenly intervenes in their conversation. "I was requested by his parents to investigate the case, it's one of the main reasons I'm here", Vicky said.

Allen looked at it and realized he was a detective. “I’m Detective Kevin Tan and I would like to ask you a few questions,” the detective started. “A-About what?” Allen asked with a confused expression. “Let’s go somewhere else first, shall we?” Even before Allen could answer, the detective had already walked away from him. He couldn't do anything but follow. They reached a park after a few minutes of walking. The detective immediately sat down on the vacant bench, followed by Allen, who also sat next to the detective. As they sat down, the detective immediately pulled out a small notebook from his pocket.

Snow "Hello?" "Is this Miss Lily Snow Jenkins that I'm speaking to?" "Yes." "I'm Detective Frank Allen, Detective Parker's junior partner. Detective Parker asked me to deliver this message to you. The Detective won't be able to make it to the station until after three days. While he's resting at home, Detective Parker wants you to come in and interrogate James Donovan, the suspect we arrested yesterday. He also wants you to continue the case. Using his badge, he'll grant you the permission to lead his team until he comes back from his sick leave."

“The man who stole the files.” The coffee cup trembled slightly in my hand as dread seeped through me. This wasn’t just an accident. Someone wanted this death, and they wanted it to make a statement. My phone rang, a new number flashing across the screen. I hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking it up and placing it on speaker. “Hello, am I speaking to Ms. Aurelia Duvall?” “And who are you?” I asked cautiously. “I’m Mr. Ken,” the voice replied, clipped and professional. “A police detective from Brightside Division. I’d like to invite you for questioning regarding one of your staff found dead this morning.”

Brett nodded in acknowledgment. After bidding farewell to Carissa, Brett sprang into action. As a top private detective in the city, he possessed a unique arsenal of investigative techniques. Over time, he meticulously organized information from his past cases into a comprehensive database. Through his adept skills, even apparently disparate details from various clients could be interconnected with a simple touch of finesse. After delving into Kathy's public records, he meticulously scrutinized every aspect of her life, which had appeared uneventful until her involvement with the Harvard Group.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

“Who could it be?” “Everyone moved from the hall down here.” “We have a murder between us? That's impossible.” My eyes darkened as I stared at the man. I laced Lydia's and mine fingers together. Whatever this man says doesn't matter, Lydia would never hurt a fly. Although she had all the reasons to kill her, she wouldn't. Lydia is the reason why I was holding back from using my known method to reciprocate Julia's and Mom’s actions. “Miss Alissa, you were with Julia Everett earlier today, right?” Detective Shawn asked.

After his last witness interview Max makes some notes and going over the facts now with new information gathered, he’s got some good leads and ideas of where to look for some key evidence. Drawing up a search warrant so he can collect the evidence he hopes to find. Max emails a draft to the district attorney's office for review. Since it's a urgent matter he will get a reply within the hour. Once the warrant is in his hands Max and requested backup Max. He and his fellow officers leave to execute the search. The Deputy Sheriff's officer had also arrived to assist, but even before entering the factory the K-9 alerted them to the presence of contraband in the vehicle that was parked outside.

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.