Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

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.”

the detective asked the head of the forensic team. Amanda Spearsun, the head of the forensic team, replied to Detective, “Hey, Lira. (Sighed) The person’s name is Zirconius Wooferhook, and he was called “Host Hook.” “Any idea of the murder weapon?” The detective asked when examining the body of Host Hook. “Hook! So, the phrase goes like this: Mr Hook is hooked on a large-sized hook.” Amy rolled her eyes and made some facial expressions and gestures. The detective turned her face to the cop named Edan and asked, “Dan, did you inform the landlord?”

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.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

I let him. A new voice cut through the murmurs. “Alright, everyone, listen up.” A man in a dark suit strolled into the room, his presence sharp, commanding. He wasn’t in uniform, but he carried himself with the kind of authority that didn’t need one. “I’m Detective Morris, and I’m leading this investigation. Follow protocol, and we’ll get through this quickly.” I exhaled sharply. Just get to the point. “As of this morning,” he continued, “Mr. Brown Clarke, CEO of Clarke & Associates LLP, was also found dead.”

"After everything that's happened, you really do need to be careful. And as much as it pains me to say this, you should probably listen to the triplets on this one." "I know," I said quietly. "I just hate feeling helpless." "Hey," he said, bumping my shoulder with his. "Anyone who can take down a rogue with a dagger is definitely not helpless. Terrifying, maybe, but not helpless." I was about to respond when something caught my eye near the edge of the courtyard. A figure in a dark cloak, partially hidden behind one of the ornate fountain structures. My blood ran cold as I recognized the same mysterious woman I'd seen before—the one who always seemed to appear and disappear like a ghost.

I peek my head around the corner and watch as she answers it, listening to the conversation on speakerphone. “Um, hello?” “Yes, I’m looking for Miss Harley Savage, please.” A deep, monotone voice booms from the other end. “Yes, I’m Harley Savage. May I ask who’s calling and what this is about?” She tries to say it calmly and confidently, but I can hear the shakiness and sadness in her voice. “Ma’am, this is Detective Rollins, with the Brockton Police Department. I have some rather unfortunate news about Mr. Alec Savagged. You do know him, correct?”

"McKinley, we have your guy in holding," Detective Gruber said, stopping by his partner's desk and looking down at the small, serious, dark-haired woman. She was poring over an open file, her elbow on the desk and her body slumped slightly in the chair as though she had been reading for some time.

Ó Don really started to panic now, but Detective Sparks wasnÕt really interested in him, she was after bigger fish on this fishing expedition. He wasnÕt much of a criminal, just a sleazy lawyer using his name and occupation to worm his way into young unsuspecting womenÕs pants. Her assessment was proven right when he fell for her ploy about knowing his handwriting. He never stopped to ask how that couldÕve been just fell right into the trap sheÕd laid.