Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

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.

She knew the answer to her question, she just wanted to be sure. "Asriel Parker. Even in the last five cases." Owen answered. "Darral and Andrew left to interview him since he is our only lead currently." Selena yawned and stretched herself. The analogue wall clock read that it was already six AM. She had slept at midnight filling in paperwork for the last case she had solved and was woken up at two AM. Her frown was a clear indication that she was rethinking just how joyful being a murder detective was. With cases like those, she was surprised that she hadn't lost her mind yet.

the man answered. Eli turned and looked at me, I nodded, and Eli stepped aside to let the man in. He was taller and more assuming than I would have guessed with his submissive-sounding voice. "Welcome, Mr. Holbrook. I'm Jaxon Devereux. This is my home. I hope you don't mind a brief inspection," I stated, glancing at Eli. Eli started an immediate pat-down, catching Mr. Holbrook off guard. "Just a precaution. Sara's been through some very serious incidents."

Detective Freeman spoke first, his tone professional, his gaze fixed on Evelyn Brooks. “Mrs. Evelyn Brooks,” he said, “you are under arrest for attempted murder.” The room froze. Adam surged forward instinctively. “What?” he shouted. “That’s insane.” Barbra’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide, shock draining the colour from her face. Evelyn stared at the detective, disbelief flashing across her features before hardening into outrage. “You have no idea what you’re saying.” Freeman didn’t flinch. “We have evidence. You’ll have the opportunity to address it with your lawyer.”

he asked, challenging the evidence the New Jersey Police had. Detective Scott cleared his throat. He didn't like being questioned, especially by a retired detective turned private investigator like Brooke. For him, Brooke is nothing but a money-hungry man. "Well, Mr. Private Eye. We found the following items in the cabin," he explains while opening a folder. "Due to the sensitivity of the case, I won't be able to show you everything at the moment." He pointed out. He arranged the photos on the table, and they showed Sherah's bag, wallet, ID, and wedding band.

"The detective in charge before me—Detective Holman. You know him?" I nodded, my mouth dry. "Yeah. He handled the case from the start." "Well, I believe Holman was hiding information. Potentially paid off to cover things up." "What?" I sat up straighter, anger bubbling to the surface. "Paid off by who?" "I don't know yet. But what I found—it's blatant. He withheld evidence. There were key pieces that should have been included in the final report but weren't." I stared at him, barely processing what he was saying. "Like what?" I shouldn't have been surprised, I had a gut feeling that it was more than what was let on.

A second later, my phone buzzed, and Detective West's ID appeared on the screen. "I assumed that you would be still awake at this hour, and I was right," he said when I took the call from him. "I'm more than awake. I heard that Sarah Hill has been attacked by her brother," I told him. "News travels fast I see," he commented dryly, then took a deep breath. "Well, actually, Bram Hill is the reason I'm calling you." I exhaled slowly. "Did you catch him?" "No," the detective answered. "We found him dead."

“Took you long enough,” “Someone had to stop by the bathroom,” Sam said. “Wait, you faced a corpse blood by yourself without informing HQ?” “I didn’t know he was a corpse blood till I tracked him down.” “Tisk, Tisk. A detective should have every aspect of a possible suspect obtained before.....,” “Recklessly entering an unclearified assignment.” Olivia mocked. I didn’t call to ask for a lecture.” “Where is the hoodlum now?,” “That’s the messed up part,”

He immediately turned towards the door and found four uniformed men walking in to take Holly to the station. "I will immediately send the evidence of the crime to the station tomorrow morning." "Okay, sir. Thank you for reporting to us about her. She has been a fugitive for the past six months.” "You're welcome. Nice to work with.” Nickson and the policeman shook hands. Meanwhile, three other policemen moved to arrest Holly and half dragged her heavy steps to get out of Arthur's treatment room. Blakely briefly met Holly's eyes. The woman's face was filled with tears and sadness, but strangely her eyes still managed to give her a hateful look.