Detective Persona 4 Novels & Stories

“It’s not even used to the fullest. If I were the killer, I would even put this to the face of the victim for mockery’s sake.” Jack cringed and looked horrified at his boss. “That’s disturbing, boss.” but Jack knew very well how his boss’ mind works; that is why he was able to solve so many cases while he was on the force. That is why he was considered one of the greatest detectives to ever work at the force, and that is why he looked up to Azrick Norton Tevyat to the point of following him into becoming a Private Investgator. He could not help but smile.

“I’m fine. And who are you?” “Ah, forgive me.” He flashed her his badge that was attached to his hip. “I’m Detective Hanson. I’m working on your case.” He looked over to see Kenji a hint of recognition coming to light. He looked back to Emma Jean. “Is it alright to discuss it in front of him?” She nodded her head. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be? He stayed with me since the attack so go ahead proceed.” Kenji watched the detective trying to figure out what that was all about. The man seemed familiar to him but he couldn’t place from where. He chose to stay silent hoping that he would hurry and bring up the bad news.

“Arе уоu wаrm еnоugh? Cаn I get ѕоmеоnе tо bring уоu mоrе coffee?” Shе ѕtауѕ ѕіlеnt, so I launch іntо mу ѕріеl. “I’m Detective Anderson. I’ll be tаkіng саrе оf уоur саѕе. Cаn уоu tеll mе exactly whаt hарреnеd last night?”

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind.

She said I need to find answers to this. I'll have to call my personal detective , he can find answers to all the questions I need. I called him "Hello, Detective Ryan here!" He told "Ryan it's me Alpha Dexter" I said to him

“And who might you be?” Dante didn’t move, but I felt his presence shift like a predator sensing an approaching threat. His body was a barrier between me and the detective, but it wasn’t enough to stop the weight of the man’s scrutiny. I swallowed. “Lucia,” I said evenly. The detective’s eyes flickered, something unreadable flashing across his face before he nodded. “Lucia… You match a description I was given.” Dante’s posture stiffened. “That so?” His voice was smooth, but I could hear the lethal edge beneath it.

But something about the way the figure moved, the posture… it clawed at something deep within Asher’s memory. He leaned back in the chair, heart pounding, jaw clenched. “Do you happen to know who this person is?” the detective asked. His mind reeled. He desperately searched his memory on where he had seen that gait before, and he came up blank. It felt like the memory was within his reach, but he just couldn't take a hold of it. “No,” Asher said. But his mind screamed yes. Not in certainty—but in familiarity. He looked at the detective's face and saw pity and immediately hated himself. He quickly requested that the video be sent to his email.

"I tried to… but she wasn't... she wasn't you, Cassy. She looked like you but she wasn't you. And when the year ended, I let her go. And she couldn't handle it. And I've lived with that guilt every single day since." Tears are streaming down my face. "There are two others. Sarah Davies. Grace Murphy. What about them?" Sienna's expression changes. "Show me." I hold up Sarah's missing persons flyer. Then Grace's medical records. Sienna leans closer to the screen and studies them. "I've never heard those names in my life," she says. "The journalist said-" "What journalist?" "Daniel Ross. He contacted me yesterday. Said he's been researching you. That you have a pattern. That I'm number four."