Detective Quentin Lance Novels & Stories

“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

With that, I looked at the other elders and said, "Just now I heard your concerns. I have a few points to say. First of all, I agree with Mr. Sidon's words that we cannot remain silent about this matter, whether it's for others or ourselves. Regarding the witnesses you mentioned, I think the strongest witness is Teresa. Kincaid told us where Teresa is being held. I think she will stand by us. In addition, I have another thing to tell you." I said calmly, "I realize what was going on after I listened to Kincaid's words. Just now, an elder said that Quintin had no reason to target at us. In fact, it was not. I am the Lycan he has been secretly searching for, and since I knew nothing at all abo

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.

Arnold asked him and he shook his head sideways in negation. "No Alpha, we couldn't find their location no matter how hard we tried" He answered. "No information about them at all?" Arnold asked again and Zayn nodded his head once again. "We found no leads about them, but I will keep trying. The patrol omegas are still on the look out and I've also employed the help of detective Lance on the issue" He said and Arnold nodded and sighed. "You can leave" Zayn bowed and exited the office immediately. Detective Lance is one of the best detectives, infact, the best detective in New York city and he works undercover for the Moon Stone Pack, he is literally a werewolf, a member of the pack.