Novel & Cerita Detective Quentin Lance

"Oh, how rude of me. I am so sorry. I didn't introduce myself. My name is Detective Lance Sullivan, and you are?" He stuck his hand out toward Demetri in an obvious attempt to get his name and any other information he could on him. I held back a smirk when Demetri just stared at the outstretched hand. "Mr. Sullivan," I snapped as he dropped his hand. "I don't know how to be clearer. Please hear me when I say that you are wasting your time. You are stalking me when there is an actual killer out there."

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

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

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.

And until this whole investigation is over, I need Jordan. I close the monitor with a snap, shoving the drive into my drawer. “Not a word of this leaves this room, Ramos. You breathe it wrong, and I’ll make sure you’re counting pipes in the boiler room till you rot.” He stiffens, but nods once. “Understood, sir.” I lean back, staring at the ceiling like the weight of the place is pressing down through concrete. Quincy Laurent. What the hell are you hiding, kid?

Adrian opened the door, smiling at Caroline's reaction. The person in the private room raised his head to see Adrian and Caroline entering the room. "Ms. Evans, I presume?" Caroline nodded at him. The man was rather friendly and started introducing himself. "Quentin Yach, private detective. I've been working in this field for ten years. No one can surpass my abilities." His brief introduction amused her. "Pleased to meet you. Just call me Caroline." Adrian watched the two of them from behind.

Lucian looked toward the speaker and exhaled slowly. “Lucas? Why—why are you here?” he asked, and Quincy chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, gesturing toward a couch with the gun before returning it to the back of his victim’s head. “Sit,” he ordered, and Lucian complied. His eyes stayed on his mother, visibly petrified but doing everything possible to keep her emotions in check—a brave act given the gun to her head. “Quincy,” Lucian said, raising his hands placatingly, “whatever this is, I’m certain we can work our way through it. You know…”

“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.”