Detective Oc Novels & Stories

What is really happening? The Detective moved towards the group of forensic guys rummaging through the debris and acting as if they were really doing something, if he knew better, he’d have thought they were only putting up a show. He bent without so much as a word and smoothly swiped a patch of hair too coarse to belong to a human into his handkerchief and tugged it into his trench coat pocket. He then stood up just as a short but portly police officer waddled up the concrete and steel debris to join him. “I had a feeling that I would meet you here Detective Okafor.” He panted.

She didn't think she would sleep after what happened, but she barely remembered getting in the house, let alone to the couch or falling asleep. Chloe picked up the business card and studied it. It had an embossed badge in the corner and underneath the letters GPD. It looked like a badge. She hadn't seen him wearing a badge, although she had been trying very hard to avert her eyes away from his person for fear that some animal instinct would take over her body. She read the card, Liam N Johnson, Detective Criminal Investigation Division.

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

He was still in the process of doing that when another voice from the study yelled. "I found something detective Aaron!" Detective Aaron raised both brows in question and I shrugged again, even though my mind was wondering wildly what they found this time around. He walked to the study with me and Chadwick trailing him. What we found almost made me gag. "It's a females hand sir." The officer said as he looked down into the ice maker that I had opened before they arrived. "This just got bigger." Chadwick whistled beside me and I nodded in agreement. Oscar would definitely be running around a lot today. Luckily I had thanked him in advance.

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

His eyes meet mine for an instant steady, and unreadable. A detective with a square jaw approaches, his badge catching the lantern light. “Scarlett Hayes?” “Yes,” I manage. My voice was thin, almost lost in the wind. “I’m Detective Reilly. We need your statement. Everything you saw tonight. Everything you know.” I glance at Damien, at my mother. There’s too much too many secrets stacked like dominoes, ready to crash if I push the first one. Reilly seems to read my hesitation. “We already have the suspect in custody downstairs,” he says, nodding toward the unconscious man being wheeled out. “But we need context. How you all got here.”

As they drove through the city streets, Ophelia stared out the window silently. Everything looked wrong now. Too normal. People crossing sidewalks. Restaurants still open. Traffic lights changing. Meanwhile somewhere in the background of the world, a countdown ticked closer toward disaster. 00:21:43 She knew Alessandre was tracking it too. Without a phone. Without visible access. Which meant he had backup systems. Hidden systems. Of course he did. The lead officer finally broke the silence. “My name is Detective Vale.” Neither of them answered. Vale continued anyway. “You two want to tell me why armed professionals attacked a private penthouse tonight?”

“If you are suspecting a possible kidnapping, who do you think has the motive?” I remained quiet in my seat, but I could feel Grandpa’s stare boring into me. In the end, he sighed and asked Roy, the company’s chief security officer, to show the detectives the video clip of Olivia’s abduction. “And your suspect?” The detective asked. I hesitated. I can’t incriminate Daisy. Not without any valid proof that she caused this. I have known Daisy for a long time. She may be other things, but she was not a criminal.

“Sir” The detective asked, “What is it?” “We found CCTV from the building opposite” The detective looked at us. “Excuse me” The officers walked a few metres away, speaking in hushed voices. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. "This is getting worse." Damien didn't disagree. Instead, he walked slowly around the vehicle, studying it from every angle. He wasn't looking at the obvious things. He was looking at details, tiny details. His gaze settled on the rear tyre. "What?" He crouched. Without answering, he brushed his fingers against the rubber. When he stood, there was a faint streak of white powder on his fingertips.

A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us. "Jericho. Good morning to you too. I appreciate you coming here." "Interestingly enough when you called me yesterday about the case, I was already in town." "Jericho is a mystic I've worked with before he knows all about the occult stuff like this," Detective Porter explains. I reach a hand out to shake Jericho's. "I'm Jensen. I'm the lead forensic investigator." "Jach ki'imak in wool in wilikech. In kaaba'e Jericho."