Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

"Do you remember this phone? I've seen her use it before." "I've never noticed small issues like that. Why are you giving me her phone? Is there anything inside?" Dean took the phone and unlocked it. "Dad, do you know Holly Blanche? She was the criminal that Natalie hired back in Ylore. Natalie got her to trick Elliot and Avery into the underground cellar, where she trapped them," said Sebastian, explaining it to his father. "The criminal who did all this was Holly Blanche. She and Natalie were recently in contact." Dean's expression instantly changed.

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

Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]

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.

The caption beneath the footage read: WOMAN ARRESTED INSIDE ALLIE HARPER’S APARTMENT AFTER DISTURBING LIVESTREAM I watched the words move across the screen. The investigator sitting opposite me closed the folder in front of him. “Mr. Carter.” I looked away from the television. Detective Brooks sat beside another investigator from the digital crimes department. Derek and my lawyer occupied the other side of the table. No one looked comfortable. I had already answered questions for nearly an hour. How long I knew Olivia. Where we met. How often she stayed at the old apartment. Whether I knew she accessed my laptop.

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.