Detective Mha Novels & Stories

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

Aiden fumed in anger, his eyes were on the corpse which laid on the floor, the man had dared to place a tracking chip inside him car. Aiden opened the door of the car, he had easily seen the tracker, pulled it out he dropped in on the floor and crushed it with his shoes. Running his hand through his thick black hair he cursed silently, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “Hey boss”, The person said from the receiver in a calm voice.

Opting for highway versus city driving, it only takes me thirty-five minutes to reach the destination. Red and blue lights dance against the dark and sandstone of the massive home. Shaped like a U with a circular drive of gravel. Recognition between the cops and homicide detectives comes quickly. The officers, werewolves and one of the detectives, Victor Aurora, a Vampire I work closely with. A whirlwind of movement and bodies surrounds the property -forensics specialists, personnel from the medical examiner’s office, other wolves from this family’s pack.

Mia’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, a mix of curiosity and determination driving her every click. Piece by piece, the puzzle started to come together. Eliot uncovered several suspicious transactions tied to Ahmed’s businesses—hidden investments, questionable partnerships, and ties to several shady individuals. It wasn’t long before Mia discovered something far more concerning: evidence suggesting Ahmed’s connections to illegal activities—money laundering, fraud, and possibly worse.

But now, his once bright smile was noticeably absent. A brief silence followed their exchange, broken suddenly by a guest’s loud cry. “He’s … a mafia!” someone shouted, igniting chaos among the attendees. “He’s a member of Marseille’s Lafleur crime organization! That’s Leonard Hugues, an executive of the mafia!” The guest, trembling, clutched their phone, seemingly having discovered the information online. The revelation sent a wave of panic through the room, especially among families with children, who feared the worst if they stayed. “He might be here to take us hostage—or worse, to kill us!” another voice exclaimed, further escalating the situation.

NEW YORK POLICE HEADQUARTERS (NYPD) Michael Emerson is a detective who leads the NYPD's homicide division. He had just been promoted after solving a cold case that had gone unsolved for 20 years. A premeditated murder that apparently involved a famous conglomerate This time, Mike gets a murder case that actually looks simple. A CEO was shot dead in his home, and the identity of the killer has been confirmed.

I nod, absorbing Micah's words. Our entire plan hinges on Jeremy and Leah's attempt to manipulate the fake prototype detector. It's a calculated risk, but the potential payoff is immense. Micah and I had meticulously designed the detector to serve as a trap. Fitted with a tiny camera, it captures both audio and video of its vicinity. Moreover, its surface can retain fingerprints. Any attempt to tamper with it would leave an imprint, tangible proof that Jeremy and Leah had tried to sabotage the investigation.

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Japhet or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Japhet codename. Is he alive?'