Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

“I was with Zayn and my friends. And we were at Hulu forest.” “Wonderful.” The detective said in a cheery tone and then took the picture from me. Instead of placing it back into the folder, it came from, she put it on the table. She looked me in the eyes and then asked coldly, “Did you or did you not help in covering the murder of the councilman, John Daniels?”

He further interrogated. "For future reference" she said as they stared at the hole. "Whoever the killer was after is still alive, there is no blood stain anywhere" Peter said scanning the cemetery with his eyes. "The bullet came from that direction" Alex said pointing at the woods, where no one would dare enter in Mystic Hollow. "And how do you know that ? " Laura asked dazed. "Because my dad is a cop" Alex blurted out with a smirk on his lips as Laura rolled her eyes at him.

The handler passed a folded slip of paper to the clerk, who slid it beneath the register without a word. Signal drop. Bram left without buying anything. That evening, back at the penthouse, the team gathered. Varian sat at the head of the table again, still pale from his recent injuries but unwilling to cede command. Liora sat beside him, notebook open. Ines leaned against the glass wall, arms crossed, her expression a mask of detached focus. Bram laid out his findings in terse sentences. “Banker Holt has a handler. Mid-forties, gray coat, moves like ex-military. He shadows Holt but never interacts directly. Saw him make a drop at a bookstore—clerk’s in on it.”

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”

He raises the bowl of popcorn in his hand, “I'm a bit of a popcorn addict.” “Say what you want and get out of my house.” “You’re brave, I'll give you that.” He clears his throat, “I’m Detective Burkely and I had to break in because you're under heavy surveillance.” What the heck’s that supposed to mean? He flicks on a torchlight and flashes it on an ID before tucking it back into his pocket. “There’s a missing girl and the person of interest is a friend or shall I say, a former friend of yours.”

So much had changed and things would never be the same again. Mid-afternoon, Det. Brighton was at the police station by his desk looking through the pictures taken by the forensic investigators of Molly Gray’s murder. The floor was busy with an officer on each desk working and others walking around. Just then Molly walked in and looked around for Det. Brighton. She spotted him on his desk in the corner and walked across the floor to him. “Det. Brighton?” she said. Her voice still zombie-like but her words this time able to be heard.

I take long strides to the door. "Is the music too loud gentlemen?" "Detective Morgan, my partner here is Detective Cook. Does Oliver Black live here?" "What do you need from him?" Oliver asks. "What is going on?" Ryan walks in. "Oliver Black, you need to come with us to the station." "Oliver Black? As in Black? You are Cara Black." Ryan asks absent-minded. "What has he done?" I ignore Ryan. "We need him to answer a few questions about the murder of Robert Dunport and the Arson of his Mechanic shop." The Detective says and I turn to meet Oliver's surprise.

“Did they take anything?” The detective shrugged slightly. “A laptop appears to be missing. Possibly a phone.” Damian’s expression remained calm. “And you believe this was a robbery.” “It fits the evidence.” Damian looked at Rourke again. “No.” The detective frowned slightly. “Excuse me?” “This wasn’t a robbery.” Alvarez raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” Damian met his gaze evenly. “Because Daniel Rourke was working for me.” The detective waited. “Investigating what?”

Alessa said excitedly as she pulled out her phone immediately. Murmurs filled the room as everyone wondered what was going on. Brook and Lydia exchanged looks as the cops moved closer to them. “Mr. Brook Hart, I am Detective Collins. You and Ms. Lydia are under arrest for the murder of your late wife, Nora,” he announced and the crowd gasped. Mr. Hart’s eyes widened in shock as the reporters took pictures and watched his first son being cuffed. Lydia cried in fear as she was cuffed and they both led them out. Her parents rushed after her immediately.

She looks at him in a serious matter before she responds. "I just want to help you with the case, the one where every week someone dies from the challenge. I have an interest in that, since it has also become popular in my country. "Fine, I'll let you into the case." He can't help but notice it. In particular, Agatha Brookes is a famous detective in another country where he can't be easily manipulated by criminals. But I can't help you now since we're already facing another dead end in the investigation.