Novel & Cerita Detective Quentin Lance

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

“About needing you.... I need you to help me to investigate someone “ “ if it’s one of those boy you have weird crushes on I won’t help you! “ “it's a suspect “ “who? “ Lucy looked back at the direction she was coming from “Williams Stallion”

I want to hear his side first, and if someone is deliberately doing this to us, I will not let them get away with this! When we arrived, I let Dad see Lance first while I talked to the officer in-charge with Lance's case. He gave me the details about the case and I hate to admit that the evidence they have is strong enough to detain Lance. He was with me, yes, but we separated for a few hours and the time of death matches that time, so I can't exactly testify. What's infuriating is the lack of CCTV footage around the time Lance was supposedly in the hotel. Like someone deleted it. The strongest evidence they had was Lance's watch and it has his initials engraved on it.

He smiled like it was all fine—then shoved me forward. Every eye locked on me, waiting. I caught Jenna's smug little smile and laughed cold. "I've got one question. Since you said we discussed every case—then tell me, what was the key clue in the church murder?" Chief Doyle's face darkened. Definitely not the script he fed me on the way here. Before he could blow, someone lunged forward and smacked me across the face. Alan. My mentor—same as last life—pointed at me, shaking with rage.

Claire started clearing her throat and opened her mouth to let out her voice. "I didn't do it." Kent was still watching Claire's face while Jimmy started talking. "Really? Then why could there be a coincidence between you and the police case. Explain!" Scolds him and throws a file containing one serial murder case and Claire's account that hacked the federal police at the same time. A photo containing a number relating to the serial killer and each clue found throughout the murder victims also complement each other and form a conclusion. Claire also stuttered through the contents of the file and began to glare at the three man in front of her. She shook her head hard and started to stand fa

James understood that Zachary was up to being convinced but not forced to listen to any reasons and gave up trying to talk sense into him. Zachary and James returned after sending Yvonne home. On the way, Zachary instructed Felix, “Get some men to teach Lance a lesson.” “President Quimby, Mr. Lance is Commissioner Lance’s son, and we’re asking Commissioner Lance for a favor now. Shouldn’t we talk about this later?” “Are you afraid that he’ll give us a hard time?” Zachary laughed and said, “I’m telling you, based on my observations from tonight, I can tell that Lance is as slippery as an eel. There is no way he will be on our side.”

Morrison and Elliott remained standing, their eyes moving between Hunter and me, taking in our joined hands, our proximity, the tension humming in the air. Finally, Quinn burst through the door, briefcase in hand, in a beautiful red power suit. She'd clearly rushed, but nothing in her demeanor showed it. She set her briefcase on Hunter's desk and turned to the detectives with a smile that was all teeth. She was in full shark mode. "Now, shall we begin?" Morrison's expression tightened, but he nodded. "We can start now." I felt like cheering. Quinn had basically told the detectives without words who was in charge, and it wasn't them. I understood they had a job to do and normally I respected

“Okay, Uncle Lance.” Lance Theodore – the heir of D&E insurance corporation. He has an innocent, sheep-like face, that everyone might imagine how heaven opened widely, white dove descending from above and light shone brightly when Lance was born. But unknown to many, Lance has a dark past which wasn’t suited to his current job as the owner of the flower shop. “Good evening, sir Lance!” The subdivision guard greeted him with a salute. Lance peeked through the open window and also saluted at the hardworking guard. “Good evening, Bernard.”

“I know you did Hanna we believe you,” “What Detective Lancaster is trying to say is that we believe that you heard something heavy thrown into the water, but we believe your husband is still alive,” Detective Quinn clarified. Detective Lancaster looked over at her with a disapproving look. “Hang on, what do you mean you think Noah is alive Detective,” I ask looking at Detective Quinn. If someone was going to tell me the truth about what the hell is going on it seems to be her. Detective Quinn raises one eyebrow as if she is asking for permission as she

Quentin's laughter bounced off the walls of the alley and echoed into the night. "Oh, don't do this here? Why? Are you scared that this will scar your family forever? Don't worry, their forever won't be as long as you think it is. They'll be right behind you." Quentin's eyes went unnervingly detached as he raised his gun again and aimed it at Larry's head, pressing the weapon between Larry's brows and pulled the trigger. The deafening noise made my ears ring and for the next few minutes, I couldn't hear anything else but the ringing.