Detective Persona 4 Novels & Stories

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

He flared his nose. “Larry Forester. He's a good detective. He's secretly investigating. No eyes in him.” Jay looked frustrated, he widened his face showing his teeth. He grinned but his eyes couldn't lie. Detective Solando might have unravelled some secrets about this case. Jayden eyes spiraled. He's thinking of something. Does he have a plan in his mind?” He pounced on feet. “Sure.” He sighed. We strode to where our car was. Jay unlocked his driver's seat ready to start the car. A snow white paper etched with blood glued to his stirring.

He’s Jillian May, a detective. “I’m Brandon Niall, a detective as well. This time might not be the best approach considering the burial had just finished, but it’s way better to cooperate with us as soon as the incident is still fresh in your mind.” The other man said as he showed them his identification card as well.

came a voice in English-inflected French. Anton adjusted his jacket, a futile attempt to retake command. He opened the door. Two plainclothes detectives stood there, their faces etched in professional impassivity. In the background, four uniforms lined the hallway. The senior detective, a man with a grey beard trimmed close to his chin and eyes the colour of a winter sky, raised a leather wallet that held his badge and a folded paper. "I am Inspector Deschamps. We have a warrant for Sabatine Stalker's arrest," he stated, his tone unfeeling and professional. His eyes flashed past Anton, landing on Sabe, who had risen from the couch.

He stood up when he saw me. "Good morning too. Are you Ruthie Bernaldez?" "Yes, I am." He held out his hand to me, which I immediately reached. "I am a police investigator. I'm Detective Gaston." He let go of the handshake and sat in the chair opposite mine. There is a wooden coffee table between us. I swallowed and nervously looked at him. "How can I help you, Sir?" The detective cleared his throat before he spoke. He sounded very careful. "I just have a few questions for you."

🖤 🖤NESSA🖤 🖤 We arrived at the police station " hey Mk thanks earlier with Zeke " I said " nah no problem i just dont like the Aura I get when he is close " he replied " lol he's usually not like this I wonder what's his i " I said " how can i help you?" A police officer came and said " oh forgive my manners I'm detective Vanessa " i said showing him my ID "And I'm also a detective I'm Marvis " MK said showing him his ID.

Detective Gomez climbed the stairs to the floor and knocked on the door of the room. A lady peeped out. "Good morning Am Detective Gomez from SCPD." He said showing her his Id card. "I know." She said. "I would like to see your son." He said. "Hmm. I don't know what you want with him but I if you want to interact with him you'll have to make him happy first." She said. "How?" He asked. "He loves red Trigger the famous assassin and hates the police for arresting him.. He sees you people as evil." She said.

I have never felt so drained in my entire life. I checked my phone for some messages and emails. Until I came across an email address that I didnt know. Which was weird cause I dont give out my email address to anyone other than close friends and family. From: @AcrosCM Greetings, Detective! Our next move strays further from Arcilla. A connection less painful to see. Someone you wouldnt expect or someone you would have some trouble trying to save. I hope you show your fake selflessness on this, Detective. Cause we both know what it's like to be stepped on and abused. For now you may rest ;)

Who exactly was he? Jasper took a screenshot. He uploaded it onto the facial recognition app he had developed himself. After ten minutes of scanning and searching, the results appeared. "Silas Taylor, Officer of Solana City's Investigative Bureau."