Detective Holbrook Novels & Stories

Each replay felt like another knife twisting inside me. “Turn it off please” I said waving my hands to Mark. Then three loud knocks echoed through the house. Everyone looked toward the front door. Knock. Knock. Knock. A firm voice followed. “Mrs. Harrington?” Mom slowly walked toward the entrance. “Yes?” “We’d like a word with you.” She hesitated before opening the door. Standing outside were two uniformed officers. One stepped forward and held up his identification. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m Detective Inspector Daniel Brooks from the Major Crimes Investigation Unit.” His eyes shifted past her shoulder into the house. “We’re looking for Miss Evelyn Harrington.”

"But even if it isn't Steve, I still find the man beside you highly suspicious. My instincts tell me he's not Steve. You've hidden the real Steve, while this one is just a stand-in." I looked into her eyes. "And what makes you so sure? Is this how you normally investigate cases, Officer Brown?" "It's just my instincts," she said with a bitter smile. "Forget it. You can go. Pretend I didn't say anything." I grabbed Steve's hand and walked out of the station step by step. Suddenly, Hayley called after us. "Wait! You said he can only answer yes-or-no questions, right?" A bad feeling surged in my chest. Before I could react, she rushed forward and grabbed Steve's wrist. "Was the person who kille

“They’re here.” Right on cue, voices echoed from the front entrance. Police. Relief flooded my chest. But that relief disappeared almost instantly. “Miss Sylvia,” a detective said politely. “We’re looking for your nephew, Blake Houston. We believe he–“ “I haven’t seen my nephew in months,” Sylvia replied smoothly. “That’s what I told your other colleague who came here last week.” Liar. I looked at Tessa in disbelief. “She’s really protecting that ex-con,” I whispered.

He was driving toward Brooklyn. He was driving toward Brooklyn at a speed that suggested he had not, in fact, accepted what he had been shown in Hudson. He had looked at the empty horse property and the building that did not contain the woman, and he had made the calculation an instinct-driven detective makes when the story he has been handed does not match the shape of the story his thirty years of pattern recognition expected to find, and he had decided within minutes of arriving that he was being managed. Doyle had not believed the second breadcrumb.

It is never too late for the hunt. Dr. Smith asked Holly for any idea that might help to formulate so they can possibly track the perpetrator but not to cause malice around their team. Besides, the perpetrator could be in disguise so that they could not trace any evidence leading to it. Holly is the only one Dr. Smith can trust to help him with the secret plans. It is not the duty of each other to do the tracking upon them.

"Too neat a crime scene right?" The detective asked me and I turned to look at him. "Huh---I guess?" I replied "Which rules out the notion that it's a thief's doing" He noted. I know. I know. I only shrugged and continued to look around. The place fell silent for a while and it made me uncomfortable and so I fished for things to say. "How's the red hoodie evidence coming on" I asked and he frowned slightly , his handsome features furrowing. "We're still getting calls…. From old and young absolutely clueless people" He said and I'm sure he is only being reluctant to accept that his idea was probably the lamest he's ever had.

“I’m a police officer, ma’am.” “That doesn’t matter. You could be faking being an officer just to lure unsuspecting women to your house.” “In a blizzard? That seems like a lot of work to me.” She blinked away the snowflakes caught on her lashes, and then her face broke into a smile that hit Matt right in the gut. “Okay, I’ll take your offer.” She thrust out a hand, and he took it. “I’m Holly, by the way. You are?” “Matt. Officer Matt Haldon.”

Holmes believed Eddie and agreed to help him find a way to clear his name and be released from prison. Mr. Holmes applied for a job with the Decatur Sheriff’s Office. Mr. Holmes was given a job. This would allow Mr. Holmes access to the records for that night. Mr. Holmes started his investigation by attending the community church. There was only one church in the town. Everyone that Mr. Holmes needed to become friends with attended the church. He was new in town and accepted with open arms in the church. Mr. Holmes became friends with the Minister. This would give him a reputation of a trustworthy man also with his job as a Deputy.

Instead, I tap my phone's answer icon while trembling and nervously pressing it against my ear. “Um, hello?” “Yes, I’m looking for Miss Harley Savage, please.” The deep, monotone voice says on the other end. “Yes, I’m Harley Savage. May I ask who’s calling and what this is about?” I try to say it calmly and confidently, but I can hear the shakiness and sadness in my voice. “Ma’am, this is Detective Rollins, with the Brockton Police Department. I have some rather unfortunate news about a Mr. Hudson Savage and a Mr. Alec Savagged. You do know them, correct?”

asked the man and I snapped. “Dr. Jane Diego is the top pathologist in the country and she has more experience in every single thing than you can imagine. And what is this about a serial killer about the new police station down the street? What is his name and what evidence do you have against him to charge him with a beastly crime like this?” I asked. “Well I think even a noob like you should know that. A murderer often returns to the scene of the crime I spotted this clown stopping by coming inside and looking at the body here. I dashed out here and nabbed him,” said Roadblock.