Detective Grimm Novels & Stories

"Mr. Johns, I think there's been a misunderstanding!" But the call had already disconnected. Cold sweat ran down Gordon's temples. His knees felt weak. "Who the hell are you? Why is Mr. Johns so terrified of you?" he demanded, his voice trembling. "I told you," I said, smirking as I pulled out my phone. "Sebastian Grimwald, from Sleeping Giant. Looks like you're out of luck. Time to call the cops." "No! Wait! I have more connections than this, I swear!" Gordon cried, shaking uncontrollably.

He rubbed her belly, looking out at the stars. "We'll make a world among these stars. For us and for our child. I love you, Ophelia. And I will give you whatever you wish." "You don't need to do that, Hades. We have each other—" "How touching," Hades pushed Ophelia behind him. "You again?" Grim smirked. "The name's Grim, girly boy." Hades clenched his teeth. "What do you want?" "A slight warning. Your house burning wasn't a coincidence. It took me two days to track you, they're best tracker will have you in a few more. I'd leave the states if I were you." Grim explained.

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

It takes them far longer to put together certain pieces than it does us. Grady passes all their latest developments our way, even though we ID the dead man first through the contents of his wallet and know his killer. Our detective passes along the information of the Red Dodge Ram registered in the murdered man’s name. All agencies are put on high alert to be on the lookout for the vehicle and we tell our packs to do the same.

Lance gasped and recalled the two had gone missing around the same time as the family and had not been found to date. He was the assigned detective to investigate the case. Kimberly went through a lot at the hands of the monster, Ajax. "It's alright, you're with me now" He managed to console her with hand around her back. "I don't mean to interrupt the father-daughter moment," Zayn's masculine voice sounded and the two turned to see him leaning against the doorpost of the storage room. "Zayn...?" The detective called and slowly disengaged himself from Kimberly, "Allegra went out with Shane in search of you and--"

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

“I share this office with Sal. We’re investigating these attacks together, so she asked me to sit in on her meetings today.” “Of course,” I said, not really sure what I should say to that. “I’m Ellis – Ellis Nakai. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Detective.” D.I. Griff Wallis was older than Sally, his back hunched in its beige jacket, and his shirt buttoned up a little too high, so that his jowls bunched up underneath his doughy chin. But his rheumy eyes were kind, and old – the sort of old that looked as though they’d seen too much of the world, and they were tired.

I just say that I had talked to her in a dream and then I felt lead out here this morning and there she was, dead. “That must be terrifying for you.” Officer Landry sympathises. “It really is.” I agree. Right then we both hear food steps and I turn to see a man approaching. He appears to be in his mid-thirties. He is extremely handsome, with black hair and almost black looking eyes. His skin is very pale, which creates a stark contrast to his dark hair and eyes, making them stand out. “Grimm.” The detective greets him. “Detective.” The man has a voice as smooth as honey. It is almost hypnotic, it's so beautiful. “We need you to finish your investigation so that I can get the body back to the

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.

“Find them. Bring me a name. And when you do… I’ll show the bastard exactly why they call me Grimm.” The men left, one after another, until it was just Grimm and the table. On it lay photos he shouldn’t even have—crime scene shots of Amanda Collins. Her body. The words carved into her chest. Kissing what’s mine. Grimm’s lip curled. These pictures came from a cop who owed him. Everyone had a price, even detectives. Especially detectives. “They think Rhett’s theirs,” he muttered, voice low, dark. Then his jaw ticked. “They don’t get it. Rhett is mine. He exists because of me. Without Grimm, Rhett is nothing but a boy with skates.”