Novel & Cerita Detective Quentin Lance

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

So was Lance Quintanilla. "And Lance? Is he alive?" Alice's eyes found the computer screen again, when a recently viewed file appeared on screen. Then she realized that Luisa didn't answer her. "Where's Lance?" "Miss Caroni, Mr. Quintanilla is-" Whatever Luisa said after that was muffled. Her fingers froze. Something caught her eyes. A name. Jeremy Stone. Alice could tell that Luisa was about to say something important but the information stunned her into a haze. Jeremy Stone. In Lionel Caroni's folder, the syndicate's folder.

Associates. The investigator had earlier said that she was being careful. “Cleaner than before.” Quentin exhaled slowly. She was learning. That irritated him even more than Luke could betray him. On that night, Quentin did not take the car home, but he drove himself. He was in need of movement, the pretence of free will. The city faded away and he re-examined the past few months and recalibrated. Two things he had underestimated. Thora’s endurance. And Luke’s capacity for shame.

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-"

“Jonathan cheated on you. He threw away everything for a skank and he doesn’t deserve you at all. You shouldn’t punish yourself with work. You need to have fun and show him that you can live without him! After all, you’re the youngest detective in the force! Within two years, you’ve accomplished what no one else could!” Jessica flashes her a small smile. Even though she’s just twenty two years old, Jessica already gained a strong reputation as a competent officer. Having graduated from the Police Academy at twenty, Jessica joined the police force as an uniformed officer. In her first year, she worked in a high profile case involving the death of a supermodel and managed to put the criminal b

"You're responsible for my aunt and Luna's uncle's deaths, aren't you, Sirius? How many crimes and mistakes have you done in the name of Rosalyn? I heard people saying that you died in the fire, and I couldn't help but suspect something was wrong. "In my investigation, Quentin was a barbarian who never used his head to think or scheme. But, after you return from Lincoln City to seek shelter from Rosalyn, 'Quentin' suddenly looked like he had a brain. Not only did he murder my aunt, but he also knew how to spark a feud between the Lynch family and the Landry family. "In the end, he left and disappeared from Merchant City after you died in the fire…only for you to suddenly, and conveniently, s

Quintin took a seat, picked up a few chess pieces, and turned to face his friend Lance. "I never win against you," Lance said with a mischievous smile. You ought to look for someone else. Looking around, Quintin said, "York seems busy today." "Indeed," Lance said with a nod. York and Hickey rarely had time to settle down for a game since they had so many visitors to attend to. Quintin said, "How about one of the younger folks?" Quintin knew Thorne, who was well-known in their group for having a keen mind. "Young Henderson, I hear you're quite the chess player," he yelled, turning to face Thorne. "How about we play a game today?"

“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.

His mission was to find out about the anomalies, landing him the role of the lead detective. I had perceived the stench earlier. "It's definitely Thelma and her Resolution cohort. What are they targeting?" His palm propped up to his chin, his mind wandering into his archives of thoughts. "Quinn doesn't seem to remember what had happened." He remarked. "She's a special case, she needs to be studied." Because I didn't want to hear any more word from him, I went back to the pack house. The moment I opened the door, I saw Landon sitting beside Quinn. I couldn't see her face because his body blocked it. But I could hear his words.

And it just goes on like that . Now it's his turn . Zeke knocks and a man in his late forties opened the door. My turn to do the talking "Good day sir I'm detective Vanessa" I said showing him my ID . "And with me is my assistant detective ze… Ezekiel. We have a warrant to search every house in this lane " I said showing him the search warrant "Sure come on in" he said "Honey who's at the door ?" A lady yelled from the kitchen who I guessed is his wife