Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

The question hung in the air. "I... I don't know," I said slowly. "But considering everything that's happened, the timing of it all..." "You recently divorced Dashiell Hart," Detective Park said, consulting her notes. "And he's currently involved with a woman named Sabrina Blake?" "Yes." The detectives exchanged a look.

he said. "Okay." He threw the wrappers away. My phone went off on the table. Unknown number. Different configuration from all the others. I picked up without thinking. A woman's voice. Crisp. Official. "Ms. Reyes. This is Detective Inspector Holt from the financial crimes unit." A pause. "We've been going through the documentation filed yesterday. We have some questions." Another pause. "And we have a development we think you should know about before it goes public." "What development," I said.

In many ways, Mr Navpreet made a perfect Dr Watson, the guy who chronicled Sherlock’s pursuits, which in this case was the inspector himself. ‘Yes, the evidence is damning,’ agreed the inspector, leaning back on his chair, with the coffee mug in his hand. ‘Almost everybody has an alibi between 5.10 and 5.15, except Anubhav. But, the thing with circumstantial evidence is that it is always tricky. It might point towards one particular person but if you change your point of view a little, it can point towards a different person altogether. But, I must confess – at this juncture everything points towards Anubhav.’ He paused, sipping his coffee, ‘There is a saying in the army, if your attack is g

“What do we do?” I asked, surprisingly not as freaked out as I thought I would be. It was as if some part of me knew from last Friday night at the football game that I was the one he wanted to begin with. The diner was locked, Sheila was on her way to the hospital and I was huddled in a booth surrounded by Owen, Barb and John with Detective Clements and Chief Harding sitting in chairs they had grabbed and pulled up beside the booth. “Honestly, I don’t know.” Chief Harding answered as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Wood Haven hasn’t had a murder in years let alone a serial killer. This is beyond my scope of expertise. Clements, do you have any suggestions?”

He dried her off, dressed her in one of his bathrobes, tucked her into bed, and adjusted the temperature until she curled up and drifted into a deep sleep. Then he left the room and made a call. A short while later, there was a knock at the mansion's door, and Detective Hollis appeared. "Tell me you've got something," Scott demanded impatiently. "I do, actually," the detective replied. "I wanted to tell you in person. We couldn't find any fingerprints on the letters or the photo. Whoever did this is very smart and left no trace." "Then what did you find? I don't get it," Scott hissed.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

Holly lied. "What about the woman?" "What woman?" Holly asked, her heart sinking. Eric had sung like a canary, it seemed. "The woman who attacked you." "I don't remember that." "But the footage from your bodyguard's dash cam clearly shows a woman attacker," said Detective Moss. His patience had run out as he pressed his lips together in a tight line, frowning at Holly. "I'm sorry. Can we do this tomorrow, please? It's been a long day. I'll stop by the station tomorrow, and you can ask me all your questions."

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting; I'm Detective Stone from the Missing Persons department down at Sea Point Police Station. You must be Marybeth's husband." "Indeed, I am!" he said, shaking her hand firmly. "Austin Hawthorne." "So, is Jane Doe Carol Scheepers?" Marybeth asked again, unable to take the suspense any longer. The detective slowly shook her head, and Marybeth almost burst into tears, a rush of relief threatening to knock her right off her feet. "Thank you, Jesus!" she exclaimed, amazed at herself. For a self-proclaimed atheist, she'd been calling the Lord's name too often lately, and not wholly in vain.

So Samuel immediately called him back. “Mr. Hoffner, you won’t believe what I found!” the detective said. His voice’s pitch was high, as he was excited. “Tell me.” “Last night, I tried to write the timeline of what has happened in a half year between you and Mrs. Hoffner, I mean Ms. Brooke. Then I searched all facts relating the hospital where Ms. Brooke got miscarriage. You won’t believe what I found!” “Go on!” Samuel straightened his back, wondering what the detective had found.

And then I thought of Mannie. That scent. That calm pull. That strange warmth that made my wolf sit still like a tamed beast. I closed my eyes for a second. Then the buzz of my phone pulled me back. I picked it up lazily. The name flashing on the screen made my brows twitch slightly. Detective Harvey. I stared at the name for a moment. Then slowly answered. “Dominic Blackmoore speaking.” “Mr. Blackmoore!” the detective’s voice came fast, like he’d been waiting all day to talk. “Sorry to call unannounced. I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to update you personally.”