Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

He only refuted that he wasn’t the killer but he didn’t disagree with the fact that there was actually the usage of a soul sucker This meant that he acknowledged that a soul sucker was being made use of and maybe he even had some clues about the soul sucker been used or the organization or person behind it All she needed was that he worked with those clues and grant her with the result .......... THE NEXT DAY WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE Lucy watched as Williams jogged towards her direction, his hair fluttered as the wind ran across his face ‘He is handsome' Seeing his face reminded her of the dinner they had together with Jason

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.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

Drax tried to avoid it by leaning away, but she kept leaning until they both nearly fell over on the bench. The ringtone from Drax’s phone broke the silence and Drax 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.”

“It’s possible we have a leak. Someone on the inside—” “No,” Lance cuts him off sharply. “Not possible. Not in my circle. But…” His words fade, and his gaze returns to the stormy glass. “Someone knew. Someone who wanted him silenced or moved.” The silence that follows is suffocating. Even Brandon, who usually masks nerves with confidence, sits stiffly, files untouched. Finally, Lance speaks, his tone calm but deadly. “If we cannot catch him alive, we settle for the last option. Dig out Rhys Houston’s body. Conduct a full autopsy.”

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

Sometimes it was Zora calling others, someone else. Quinten didn't give a fuck. Which was no doubt a problem. But he could only work on one thing at a time. He dialed the detective's number and put it on speaker. Candi leaned back against the door, biting her lower lip. "Wilson," a weary voice said on the other end of the line. "Detective Wilson?" Quinten asked. "This is he." "Hi, I'm Quinten Joon from the CIA." Was that a slight groan he heard from Wilson? "I was calling about-"

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

Clicking his tongue, Damiel went out of the shop. “Okay. There’s nothing to worry anymore,” Lance said before he sat down in front of the counter again. Then, he heard his phone ringing. Lance grabbed his phone and answered it. “Hello?” [“Sir Lance.”] “Yes, I am listening,” Lance said as he placed his feet above the table. “Tell me what you found.” [“I look over Mr. Eric Desmond and Ms. Haidee Wren.”] “Yes. Then? Is there a possibility that the wedding won’t happen?”