Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Hannah wanted to add something more to say but she couldn’t because her head hurt so much, until she observed the glass and cursed in her mind. —————————— From a shadowy alcove, Lance spotted the car. Exiting his own vehicle, he approached the bridal car, a nagging suspicion growing within him. Celine’s rejection of the limousine as her bridal transport felt deliberate, a calculated choice that hinted at something more than mere preference. The conclusion he reached, after connecting all the dots, was unsettling. He didn’t like the picture it painted. He opened the backseat door to find Butler Benjamin slumped over, unconscious, with a injection clearly visible on his back. The driver was

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

with that Melanie was out of the room and left the flat. Hunter removed the phone from the box and turned it on. He couldn’t wait for 22 hours. ***** With the preliminary trial date set, Lance and Associates was in full mode work wise. This was one of the important cases Lance had landed and he needed to make waves for his firm. From morning, he was uptight at work giving and yelling out orders to everyone, even Caesar. During the day, Anderson came over and stayed in Lance’s office for close to an hour. When he left, Lance was even more upset demanding for paperwork to be done. Ludo didn’t want to cross paths with him. She avoided every chance she would get to interact with him. Despite the

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

with that Melanie was out of the room and left the flat. Hunter removed the phone from the box and turned it on. He couldn’t wait for 22 hours. ***** With the preliminary trial date set, Lance and Associates was in full mode work wise. This was one of the important cases Lance had landed and he needed to make waves for his firm. From morning, he was uptight at work giving and yelling out orders to everyone, even Caesar. During the day, Anderson came over and stayed in Lance’s office for close to an hour. When he left, Lance was even more upset demanding for paperwork to be done. Ludo didn’t want to cross paths with him. She avoided every chance she would get to interact with him. Despite the

There are five witnesses that need to be interviewed as well as the primary suspect from the murder scene. He’s lawyered up and has declined to answer questions to date, but his attorney said he's ready to talk now. Max decided to keep him waiting as long as he kept him waiting. Setting up the interview for late afternoon gives Max time to talk to the witnesses and get as much extra information as he can. Spending the rest of the morning making notes on his computer, reviewing photos and contacting the crime scene unit to follow up on older cases. With no new progress from the evidence department Max leaves the office, grabs some lunch, and makes his way his way to speak to the suspect and