Detective Mha Novels & Stories

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

Immediately I saw the content in the bad I stood frozen on my spot, i was clearly shocked but the male Detective didn't seem to be affected a bit. "Detective Pierce!! I really need your help in here, you're really good at stuff like this, could you please examine those drugs?" Detective Marshall asked. "My pleasure, I know you can't wait to arrest someone," Detective Pierce said. "You certainly do," She retorted. Detective Pierce brought out a packed sachet of drug from the bag and he sniffed it. "This is a high quality methamphetamine commonly known as Meth.The others are party drugs," Detective Pierce stated. Detective Marshall furrowed her brows giving him a confused look.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

Otherwise, how would he feel comfortable trying to make her bed some director? "Where have you been?" he demanded. Nora flipped her hair, jaw tight with anger. "Go to hell and find out." But this simple action of hers gave an unobstructed view of her neck, and the fresh hickey on it was extremely obvious. Carlo's eyes widened like he had seen a ghost, and his hand reached out, trembling while his gaze was fixated on her slender neck. It was a hickey! He clearly saw it. "You slept with someone else?" His voice was so loud Nora inexplicably frowned. She swept her hair back to her shoulder and then said coldly,

•CAMILLA• “You’re Camilla Ross?” The detective asked when he took me to his office. He seemed very stunned to see me. He probably expected someone else. Casey. I didn’t think he saw the articles when I revealed my identity and publicized Cecilia’s betrayal. “Yes, I’m Camilla Ross, and I want to see Lucius Hall. I know the person who murdered Sasha Ross,” I answered as I sat on the chair in front of his desk. “Wow,” the detective said with wonder as he glanced at Naya, my bodyguard, and me. “Wow.” He cleared his throat and sat in his chair. “I am Michael Smith.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

London had become a festering wound lately, and the infection had a name: Dante Moretti. He stopped at the far wall, glaring at the bank of monitors that flickered with grainy feeds from half the city. “Keep eyes on that safe house,” he snapped over his shoulder, voice bouncing off the high rafters. “They think they’re clever, tucking Dante away like some wounded animal, hiding his little prize in plain sight. But I know where they are. Or at least…” His mouth twisted into something ugly. “…where they *should* be.”

“Looking for Victoria Hayes ? This troublemaker escaped again .” Mia tries to respond but the words die in her throat . She’s bright red. The detective holds out both the leash and his hand. “Detective Ramirez,” he says. “But you can call me Diego.” Mia grabs both with the dazed intensity of someone who just found religion. “Hi. I’m—Mia. From the office. Not the front desk. But sometimes the front desk when Chloe calls in ‘sick’ even though she’s not sick she’s just.....”

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My pulse quickens, and I wonder if he feels it too. But before either of us can speak, my phone buzzes on the table. I blink, pulling my hand away reluctantly to grab it. The screen flashes with an unknown number. “Hello?” I answer, clearing my throat. “Ms. Mia?” “Yes. How can I help you?” “This is Detective Harris. We’ve found something related to your case,”

just MAHIRA. Tazz couldn’t sleep entire night, he reached office early the next day , even before the cleaners reported, he was restless, he dialled a number “did you get the info I asked for, send it to me right now,” he literally growled , he received a mail notification immediately and took a printout. He slapped the page on desk almost immediately as it was half empty with not much info except... Name: Mahira Saha Address: Satellite tower, South beach complex Status: Married