Novel & Cerita Detective Quentin Lance

One of the cops reach for a phone and passed the phone to lance ears and a voice spoke. "Lance, where is the guillotine file?" "You did these to my mum, you will pay for what you have done. I am going to kill you uncle for these". "Really, I wonder how you intend to do that when you going to disappear from these world. Hahahaha". The phone cuts and suddenly a police man aimed his gun at the head of lance and spoke. "Forgive me, you have knowledge you shouldn't know which can bring down the entire police force and thus you should have to died". He pulls the muzzle and reached for the trigger. Lance closed his eyes with thoughts in his mind.

"Ok, but how are you gonna do that? I mean, okay for Ryan, but how on Swifts?" "Leave it on me! You know my detective skills!" "Oh yeah! No doubt on Samantha Parker Kent" "Yup Hannah Quinn" "So, stay connected, and let's solve this together!"

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,”

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?”

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.

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.

he muttered grabbing Spade's attention again, he looked at Matteo briefly before his eyes set on the road again. "Nathan Miller was not the middle man, nobody knows who he is, the only person that knows who what he looks like is Greg and Van Horne" he added and Spade just sighed out This was another dead end on this case. "So what? That's it, nothing else"? He asked and Matteo just sighed out, nodding his head. "That's all I could get for now but I'll keep looking" he muttered and Spade took his left hand off the steering and scratched his beard