Detective Holbrook の小説・ストーリー

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

Along the right wall was a row of chairs where people waited, one woman cradling a baby, a man with a bruised eye, and another random teenager biting his fingernails anxiously. From one of the inner rooms, the lead detective stepped out. He was in his usual plain navy-blue shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. "Talon Ashwood,” he said, waving him over. Talon moved forward. Halo followed him closely. Another man walked out beside the detective, a bit younger, with glasses, a neatly pressed shirt even, and he was holding a small notepad. "This is Mr. Kevin," the detective said. "Junior detective on the case." Talon nodded. "Alright. What’s going on?"

“Yes?” “You’re the one they sent for the bodies.” “Dr. Evelyn Hart,” she said evenly. “Forensic pathologist.” He nodded once, stepping down from the porch. “Jonah Blackwood.” The name tugged at her memory. Someone had mentioned it at the diner—maybe the waitress last night? A hunter. A man who knew the forest better than anyone. “Sheriff says you think it’s not wolves,” Jonah continued. “Because it isn’t.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Good. At least you’ve got eyes.”

“Listen here, you son of a bitch…” “Calm down, Greg. The boy has a point. Don't forget he is our best tool right now. None of the others managed to approach the Greco’s as successfully as he did.” Wilson’s right-hand man, Detective Holloway, interceded “Relax a little. What we captured was enough evidence for today. We're getting there. We always knew we wouldn’t be able to set up a whole dossier against that bastard overnight.”

Just as I made to speak to Sergei, a voice came from behind. “Mr Ivanov. I’d say it's a pleasure but we both know I’d be lying.” I sighed. “Fucking fantastic.” We all turned to see a man approaching. Tall, lean, cropped hair and sharp hazel eyes that had a look of warning in them. Decked out in police uniform, his badge flashing as he approached. Officer Matthew Brooks. One of Manhattan's most corrupt cops. He never missed out on an opportunity to tuck a little extra cash into his coffers. In exchange for “burying evidence.”

"Of course. Quickly, call the police. We must catch whoever tried to hurt Holly and punish them. How could someone want to hurt such a sweet little girl?" Tobin called the police. Soon after, a detective, Kolby Briant, was sent over. Kolby and his teammates went into Holly's studio on the second floor, pulling police tape around the area. They put on disposable coverings for their shoes and stepped in. They searched the area for footprints and lifted fingerprints from the door handle. They put the mug that Holly had used in a ziploc bag so they could bring it into the lab for testing. Everyone worked diligently on their part.

And ever since the day his father mentioned something about sleeping with her, he just saw her in a different light. ***** Matteo had a serious look on, different from the funny, goofy face he had on a few minutes ago. Placing both his elbows on the table "So I tailed Van Horne as you requested" he paused with a far away look in his eyes "at first I didn't see anything suspicious, in fact I was beginning to think it was a dead end, not until yesterday when I caught on to something" he finished and Spade just sighed out watching him with keen interest, his heart leaped a bit at what Matteo just said, so he was right after all, there was something fishy going on between Greg and Van Horne

She has worked so hard her whole life to support me and my career. "Miss Holmes, I want to let you know about your injuries, but before we begin this gentleman behind me has some things to go over with you." Dr. Matthews says. I sit on the chair next to my mother intending to stay in this same spot until someone forces me to leave. I hold my mother's hand and prepare for the worst. I have an idea what this detective is about to say. "Miss Holmes, I'm detective Anderson. I am the one in charge of the investigation regarding your café. He walks closer to the bed my mother is resting on, and I can see the hard lines across his forehead become more visible. This man does not have good news.

he asked Karen "Last week while I was still in New Zealand for work" "Yeah and me too last week " I added "Well according to the autopsy no injuries just a bite mark , no blood found her blood had been drained" he said as Karen held her hands over her mouth and muffled a few words obviously in shock " I fucking New it that bastard killed my mum that fucking bastard I'm gonna hunt you down" I yelled "Do you by any chance know anything about her death?" The police man asked "I'm Detective Vanessa I work for the FBI In Newyork to he precise in Newyork these same thing had been happening and I'm the case was handed over to me , I kept on receiving threat notes from the person " I said finally in

"But first..." She closed the journal again. "...there are a few things you need to know." Richard quietly nodded. "I suppose the truth was going to find us eventually." Callum looked between his father and the detective. "Can someone please stop speaking in riddles?" The detective took a slow breath. "Twenty-three years ago, a theft was reported at Brinkley Estate." "We know," Callum replied. "The Hawthorne necklace." "Yes." "But according to the original police report..." She opened another folder.