Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

“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

Hungry for glory and wanting to tie up loose ends, Velda bypassed her superiors and ordered the hit on the entire town herself. The evidence was all there, but Velda just wouldn't recant. Lance didn't step inside the blood-soaked room. He sat in the dim light, expressionless as he flipped through the latest blood-stained transcripts. A moment later, he casually tore the papers into tiny pieces, letting them flutter to the floor like a twisted version of snow. His voice was like ice. "Keep going. As long as she's still breathing, don't stop the 'treatment.'" Lucas, the lead interrogator, stood nearby, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. He owed Dr. Digby his life, which was the only reason h

"What?" "Michael is not a thief." She spoke softly. "He was framed. Everything was arranged a d pay offs were made Clara. Owen and Donovan are not good men. Neither is Quentin because I understand why he was here yesterday. I now understand why Quentin was here yesterday. He knows what you're doing." Linc got a call that irritated him. He came back into Laurie's room with a lot of agitation in his eyes. "What did he want?" "He said he was in the neighborhood and he remembered I live here. I was friends with his mother."

Detective Lance waved full of smiles and then turned to Zayn who was still wondering who he was. "Come" He moved outside the building through the exit and Zayn followed after him till they came to halt. "Who are you?" He finally asked the detective who took off his shades upon hearing the question. "You don't need to know me, I'm the friend of your Alpha and she had me clean your sh¡t..." He placed his hand on Zayn's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "It was difficult getting you from this, what were you thinking that you beat the living crap out of Congresswoman Donna's husband? go and sin no more, lad"

Lance, the best Agent at NBCI, a short form of the famous National Bureau of Crime Investigation strode across the lobby, receiving greetings from colleagues and admirers as he headed to his office, feeling a sense of pride. He was not only good at his work but also undeniably good at stealing the hearts of beautiful ladies; he was heartthrob of the entire NBCI as far as the women were concerned. He even managed to steal the heart of the Chief-Agent’s daughter, Katrina Boyaze; tall, slender, beautiful and light-skinned,obviously the most attractive woman at the Subdivision but not for Lance. Katrina was definitely not Lance’s type of woman because of her cheeky and pompous attitude, stemming

Lance blinked and looked at her with deep eyes, wanting to say something. Yvette patted his shoulder. “It won’t matter if you help me this time, right? Don’t worry, no one will know!” None of them would say anything. Lance’s words were swallowed back. What else could he say? “Ms. Quimbey, if you don’t mind, why would a man like me mind?” He sat there and smiled frankly. His eyelashes were lowered, which cast a faint shadow on his face. He looked silent and reticent.

“No, ma'am. I know that you wanted it to be as discreet as possible, so I asked Lance to help me.” Lance appears at the end of the stairs. He didn't stand too far away in case Luna Bloodton needs his testimony too. “Luna,” he bows to her too. “Come here, boy.” She crooks her index finger in his direction. He walks up the stairs and is now standing side to side with Fillipia. She looks at both of them critically. “So, you two were the ones who did what I asked?” “I had to help her.” Lance says. “You needed it to be done quickly and I had to help her get rid of the bodies.”

“I thought so too. I can’t believe he thought he was going to trip me up with this. The man is tenacious. I’ll give him that.” “When do we find out?” she asked. “Is there a scorecard? I mean, how does he decide?” I shrugged. “His gut instinct apparently.” Jim smiled. “I think we should wait and see what his verdict is.” The investigator came into the lobby, gesturing for all of us to return to the small conference room. We all took a seat at the table, Lance shooting glares at both of us the entire time. His lawyer kept putting his hand on Lance’s arm, trying to calm him down.

he muttered. Lance turned pale. He turned to run away, but he couldn't go far before the cops caught up with him. He was taken into custody. As this was a murder case, they had to dug up the grave and pull Cynthia's body out and send it to the autopsy lab. Lance was taken away by the cops. "We will take his statement and get an arrest warrant to arrest Brian Smith. You helped us to solve this case I am sorry for your loss" the chief of the cops told Asher and Brian before he left with John in tow.

"Mr. Henderson, we're still investigating, but we've got some leads." Quentin's tone was firm. "I want the person behind this identified by tonight." Jericho responded, "Understood, Mr. Henderson." After hanging up, Quentin lit a cigarette. The wind on the balcony was fierce, whipping from all directions. The wind tore the smoke apart. Then he heard a knock behind him. Quentin turned to see Paige at the door and quickly opened it. When he noticed the smoke drifting toward Paige's face, he stubbed out the cigarette and clutched the butt in his palm.