Novel & Cerita Detective Grimm

“You're lucky I'm smart enough for both of us.” “I know I am.” We turned toward the sound of wet, wheezing gasps. Peter Grimlow was on the floor with a pool of dark blood spreading out around him. His chest was jumping, his lungs filling with fluid. He was done. One of the police officers walked up and looked down at the dying man and looked at me with genuine awe. “Mr. Wolfe.” the officer said, tipping his cap. “Congratulations. You’ve done it again. You took down Grimlow. This guy’s been on the most-wanted list for years. He’s a monster.”

She only wore a thin towel that wrapped her plump breast up to her upper thigh that looked full, making Jax's lower body suddenly harden again. "Jax?" Ann asked, drying her hair with a small towel. "Ann, you should listen to the tape I just got from my detective," Jax said calmly. "About what, Jax?" asked Ann in surprise. Her face looked worried. "Calm down, and listen carefully," Jax said. Ann complied and sat on the bed next to Jax. The man played the audio recording he got from the detective. Ann could hear Hans Graham and Franz Smith talking on the tape.

Beethoven’s Ninth filled the room. One of the detectives approached the TV to turn it off. “Don’t,” she said. The detective stopped in mid-stride. “I want to hear it.” She stood there, staring at Sergei, as his voice filled the room. His voice that had been alive only hours before. It was eerie. Grace circled the room once more. This time she kneeled. “We’ve already been over this room, detective,” the FBI agent said, impatient. She spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She reached down, far beneath one of the slick armchairs. She craned her neck and twisted her arm, and reached all the way under.

someone asked from the back. "Detective Rodriguez's transferred to Alaska after his family received death threats. Detective Kim died in a car accident that wasn't an accident. Detective Tim took an early retirement after someone mailed him photos of his daughter in her kindergarten class." Morrison's jaw tightened. "This organization doesn't play. They eliminate all their threats efficiently and permanently." He didn't even act like he had heard what the guy said. The room quiets at his last words, leaving a strange sense of foreboding in the atmosphere.

The gates of Brilliant City were just beginning to shimmer under the silver mist of dawn when a fleet of black vehicles glided past the southern border patrol. No questions were asked. No permits were demanded. The guards simply stepped back, heads bowed, not to the insignia on the cars but to the shadow seated in the back of the lead vehicle. Grimm had returned.

"McKinley, we have your guy in holding," Detective Gruber said, stopping by his partner's desk and looking down at the small, serious, dark-haired woman. She was poring over an open file, her elbow on the desk and her body slumped slightly in the chair as though she had been reading for some time.

But when he saw Quinna and Trevor, he immediately seemed shocked and said, “Miss Aurum, Mr. Hammond, what are you two doing here?” Recalling that Griff was next to him, Inspector Pitt suddenly realized what was happening and asked, “Has this stinky ferret threatened you all? If he has, do tell me, and I’ll have him arrested immediately! I will never allow anything like thugs to show up here in my territory!” Quinna smiled. “Inspector Pitt, even if Griff has indeed threatened me just now, what could you possibly do against him? The best you can do without any concrete evidence is take him in for 24 hours before letting him go on a warning.”

he said awkwardly, and held them out to Rikki-Tikki. “She isn’t home right now.” “When will she be back?” “Not for a while.” Detective Bridger stared at Rikki-Tikki and Rikki-Tikki stared right back. High in the trees a blackbird eyed the muffins greedily, but its sense of self-preservation convinced it to stay away. It flew off with shiny-eyed disappointment. “Isn’t it unusual for a detective to show up at a young girl’s house with breakfast?” Rikki-Tikki asked. Detective Bridger straightened. “I don’t appreciate your implication. I’m checking up on her to see how she was doing after finding that body. She seemed to be quite devastated by it.”

“You really think those agents might search his office?” Grim’s expression hardened. “I don’t underestimate people carrying federal badges.” The words settled uneasily inside me. For the first time since arriving in Greystone…I realized the danger wasn’t only Damian anymore. Something much bigger had begun moving around this town. And somehow…Without even trying…I had ended up standing right in the middle of it.

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.