Detective Persona 4 Novels & Stories

I cautiously asked because serious individuals can also be weird and sickly. “I am Detective Ifami.” He raised his hand to reveal a police badge, and that bothered me because it made me think of Nathaniel’s accident. “From the Lanville North district.” I hope, with everything I have, that they are not about to deliver terrible news. I might go mad if that happens. “Wh…” I cleared my throat. “What do you want?” “Miss Sarah Pierce.” He brought handcuffs out while his partner displayed a document. “You are under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Carlos Santano. You have the right to-”

The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best. The girls hurried away into the far corner on the other side of the toilet. I couldn’t see any bruises, at least from here. Please don’t let them have hurt these kids. “It’s okay. We’re here to help. I’m Detective Hibiki Konishi of the San Francisco PD.” Hibiki softly greeted, crouching down and offering his wallet that displayed his badge and license.

It comes from right behind me. Spinning around makes me feel like throwing up again, but once I push that feeling away, I notice the heavy-set, gray-haired detective in his forties staring at Jade with intense dark brown eyes. His palm is hovering above his unclipped gun holster, suggesting that some sort of internal alarm is going off in his thoughts. His instincts are sound.

I said, closing my laptop and putting it on the bedside table. A brown-haired man in his late forties walked into the room, his lips stretched into a professional smile. “Hello, Ms. Clairmont. I'm the detective running your case. I talked to your boyfriend before, and now I would like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.” I eyed him warily. I remembered Killian mentioning the detective who was on my case. He'd told me that the detective didn't believe the version Maverick Phillips had been trying to force. Unfortunately, I didn't remember the detective's name…

A woman's voice, even and unhurried. I kept walking. "You have the wrong person." "I don't." She matched my pace without effort. "I'm not with Marcus or anyone connected to him. My name is Sarah Chen. I'm a detective, currently on personal leave, and I've been investigating your father's death for fourteen months." She held something out at my peripheral vision. "I have identification if you want to stop and check it." I stopped.

I grabbed my burner phone, shoved an airpod under my wig, and began to chop onions with the ferocity of a woodchipper. "Jean-Pierre! More coffee!" Julian yelled from the lounge. "Oui, Monsieur! In ze moment! I am... eh... massaging ze poultry!" I dialed the precinct handling the sighting, using a voice modulator I’d built into the burner. I set it to Hard-Boiled Noir Detective. "Detective Miller, Precinct Five," I growled into the phone, my voice dropping three octaves into a gravelly, American baritone. "Yeah, this is Detective Henderson from the Hamptons task force," the officer on the other end replied. "You calling about the Knight sighting?"

So pack up and let's go! "All right," he said doomedly, rising from his chair. - Do you know anything about the victim? - Nothing, except that it's a girl again. Fourth girl this week. I wonder who needed to kill them in such a cruel way? - I do not know. He shrugged, spreading his arms slightly out to the sides. The men left Detective Jonathan Black's office. The best in the business. On his account there was not a single unsolved crime for all four years that he worked in the police.

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

I did the same to him and I noticed that he looked like an ordinary stranger who had lost his way, because of its simple arrangement. Our eyes met each other and I looked at him intently saying,. And who is this one? "I'm sorry if I intruded on what you two were talking about. I'm Detective Key and I'm also a profiler." He introduced himself as he showed me his identification card. I see, he is a detective. But it is not obvious from his appearance. I whispered in my mind as I looked at this tangled white dress. "I'm Adante Bautista," I introduced myself to him as I shook his hand.