Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

Quincy muttered, shaking his head. "We need to find the killer!" Caitlin was filled with sorrow, but also confusion. She instructed Quincy to contact Felix immediately. Felix, the head of the NYPD’s homicide unit, was someone Caitlin had a personal connection with. She had worked with him on her mother’s case in the past, and he had promised to assist her whenever necessary. An hour later, Felix arrived at the scene with the coroner and a few officers. Seeing Caitlin with blood on her hands, her head bowed in silence, he looked worried. “Miss Lewis, what happened?”

Hunter has this look that seems all too serious, not his usual smug face. I give him a look but I don't bother asking him anything, even though I knew he saw the questions written all over my face. I shift my gaze to the detective. “Hi. I'm Soren Lancaster,” I stretch my hand toward the short blonde in a black suit. “I know who you are, Mr. Lancaster.” He says with a strict face, shaking my hand briefly. “I’m Kane Mercer. I'll be running this case, and I'd appreciate it if I had your cooperation,”

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

Arthur tried to avoid it by leaning away, but she kept leaning until they both nearly fell over on the bench. The ringtone from Arthur’s phone broke the silence and Arthur stood up to get away from Amelia. He answered the phone and sat back down on the bench, but with more distance from her. The voice from the other end of the phone pierced sharply through the phone’s earpiece. “Hello, Mr Miller. This is detective Lance. We’re still on the case, as you requested. We found some matching DNA at the crime scene and in her car, but we don’t have any suspects to compare it with. So it’s basically a dead end.”

94 Lilian Once I was in my car, I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for the best private detective agency in town. After a few rings, a calm, professional voice answered. “Good afternoon, Zenith Investigations. How can we assist you today?” “Hi, this is Dr. Lilian Grey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to hire a private detective to investigate someone. It’s urgent.” “Certainly, Dr. Grey,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “May I ask for some details? Who is the subject of the investigation, and what exactly are you looking for?”

ROSE I inhale deeply as the cold water crawls repeatedly across my skin. It's evening already. I spent the entire afternoon looking for clues. Fortunately enough for me, I met an old college friend of mine who's a detective in LA, and he promised to help me find out about Lavender and her supposedly dead kid. In fact, he also said he's been curious about the way the detectives all died. He had wanted to investigate, but the police boldly told him it's not his duty to; that even the families of the deceased aren't worried about it. Somehow, I couldn't help but think this person in question has connections with the police. I couldn't say it to him because it's against the law to accuse a fello

Tobias gave him a scornful look. "Aren't you guys supposed to only care about money and not a person's identity? Why are you so scared now? You're idiots for not verifying the truth before accepting orders from clients!" He and Draco had been trailing Lucille this whole time. When they'd been stopped earlier, they'd realized Dexter and his men were from Nocturne. Tobias had then looked into the matter and found out Dexter and his men reported to Lance. Everyone knew that Lance's men only cared about compensation when accepting orders. They didn't care who their targets were. Still, there would always be situations where their targets were people they couldn't afford to offend.

"Quentin, I regret ever loving you..." A sharp pain tore through Quentin's chest as if someone had driven a knife straight into his heart, but he forced himself to stay cold. "It's too late for regret now." He released her and stood up, reaching for the whiskey bottle to pour himself another drink. Suddenly, a loud knock echoed from the door. Quentin froze. "Who is it?" His voice was icy. From the other side of the door, a man's voice responded. "Police." Quentin's eyes darkened as his brows knitted together. Setting down his glass, he walked to the door and pulled it open. Two officers stood there, one holding up a warrant.

“We might be taking money from someone else, but we must abide by our principles!” “These principles are what I, Quentin Hansen, have stuck to even after all these years!” Sally’s body shuddered violently when she heard the name "Quentin Hansen". The next second, she scrambled out of Elijah’s arms and gazed at the middle-aged man with her large, doe-like eyes. “Did you say your name is Quentin Hansen?” The middle-aged man leaned on his cane and raised an eyebrow as he asked mockingly, “Why, have you heard of Sir Quentin’s name before, little girl?”

I breathed several calming breaths. "Wow he looks different than I remember him," Elena whispered. Don't even think of my mate at all. "Let's just focus on the movie," I said, snorting disgustingly. Lance could easily tell anyone to evacuate their seat for him but yet he stood. I could not believe that Lance stood throughout the entire time. The movie's run time was close to two hours and it ended with the detective finally catching the killer. Elena made sure she reached Lance before I did. "Lance!" said Elena in a shrill manner, attempting to hug him, but he turned sideways.