Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

It made me conclude he knew he went to see Elyana and it seemed the two had already broken up for him to have the guts to visit Elyana and try to win her back. Diane sounded extremely suspicious to me. If Diane knew that Lucas came from the Philippines, she might know where Elyana resides. Those two seemed like a good fit; both have detective blood in them. "What are you thinking?" Quintin's sudden question quite stunned me. That took me out of deep thinking, but it bothered me when I saw how Quintin's expression shifted. "Something wrong?" I immediately asked while looking intently at him. The excitement disappeared and was replaced by worry.

“Who is Mr. Knights lawyer? Liam says this lawyer has a way of making things… disappear.” Wilder pulled a folder out of his jacket and handed it to Saint. “His name is Samuel L. Lance” He said, “been a lawyer for about thirty eight years. He’s won many cases where crucial evidence has gone missing and his clients are questionable. Many of them are criminals ranging in everything from assault, drugs, and in five cases… murder.” A clang came from the kitchen and everyone turned their head to see Jackson picking a pot off the floor. Nathan jumped up off the couch and went over to help him.

“Sir, the timing. He checked the chapel cameras the night before. He knew they weren’t as dead as they looked. He knew where the blind spots were.” “You’re saying—” “I’m saying he’s not innocent. No one inspects a dead camera unless they’ve got something to hide.” The thought hits like a hammer blow. Quincy Laurent. The clean-cut kid in the wheelchair. The one Jordan guards like his own shadow. I sit back, folding my arms tight across my chest, staring at the frozen image of Diego’s body on the screen. “Proof that Diego did the stabbing—yeah, that’s solid. Proof Quincy had a hand in it? That’s smoke. Suspicion, not a matchstick.”

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

“We’re trying our best to find something, but it seems like the work of a professional. No DNA traces, no fingerprints, nothing. If it weren’t for the footprints on the floor, we’d have thought there wasn’t anyone there at all.” “I see…” Honestly, I was confused as fuck. Why was my father surfacing after ten whole years? If he was alive, why didn’t he come back? Is he associating with the mafia or something? “Come to think about it, the only people I’ve seen to be that clean about something are hunters.” Lance muttered to himself, almost like an afterthought. “Hunters?” I asked. Who were they? “Yeah…they’re the ones who take down rouges, the ones who don’t follow the rules of our society.” L

Chapter 22 Confronted New York City is a small arena for people who are in the same field of work. Detective Ian Murray knew names and sometimes knew how they operate. Private detective Bruno is one of them. If he is to asked, he believes that Bruno fits the detective profile who can take a case of a missing person or should it be more appropriate to say hunting subjects . He was aware that someone was following him when he was out of the police station. And Bruno is not good at hiding or even disguising. He was aware that there is another party looking for Meghan and today had confirmed that it was Bruno and his men.

Quincy knew that something must have happened to Nolan, so he dispatched some men to Winston Island while getting the bank to prepare the money. Quintin was by Nolan’s side while he was on the phone. Seeing that he did not play any tricks, he said with a smirk, “You’re prepared to give out $15,000,000 like it’s nothing. You’re really something, aren’t you? By the way, I haven’t asked you for your name.” Nolan smiled. “I’m from Bassburgh, and I own a company in Bassburgh. You can call me Mr. Yates.” “So it’s Mr. Yates then. I’m sorry for my lack of manners.” Quintin turned his head to the middle-aged man and said, “Why are you still standing here? Go and pour Mr. Yates a cup of tea!”

He crashed into the bronze cauldron with a resounding clang, blood gushing from his mouth, his face frozen in a mask of disbelief as life left him. Quentin, the feared underworld titan of Drunham City, met the same fate as the Walker family. His reign of terror was over, and his chapter in Drunham's history abruptly closed. Liam's eyes were ice as they briefly rested on Quentin's lifeless form. He turned to Malcolm and said, "I'll leave the rest to you. You know the drill." Without another word, Liam strode out of the courtyard and sped off toward the hospital. Malcolm surveyed Quentin's henchmen with a furious glare. "Round them up and grill them hard!" he bellowed.

“You’re wrong again. This is about what’s best for Jayden and his children. And you can’t stop me. No one can.” “Just let Jayden be happy with Winona.” I raise an eyebrow. “And what are you going to do? Expose me? Please. You have nothing. You’re not the hero in this story, Lance.” “No, I’m not trying to be the hero. I’m just doing what’s right.” “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve had a long day, and I’m done wasting my time. See yourself out.” I turn to move toward the bedroom, but the sound of metal clicking stops me in my tracks. My blood runs cold as I turn slowly, my eyes falling on the gun in Lance’s hand.

' 'Don't let her get hurt," 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 in