Detective Tsukauchi Novels & Stories

replied the pleased Fujiko. Following that, everyone enjoyed their meals without saying much in between bites. Once all the dishes were finished, Takuya ordered his servants to clear the table and serve them some tea. After the tea arrived, Takuya turned to look at everyone else at the table before asking, “So… I remember you saying that there was something you wanted to tell me earlier… Now that we’ve had our meals, care to share?” Sipping on the tea that Takuya had just handed him, Gerald then calmly replied, “Well, I was attacked by an assassin from the international assassin list. I’m assuming he was hired by the Kanagawas.”

I called Ryo Nakamura at dawn. "I was wondering how long you'd wait," he answered. "Meet me at Sensō-ji Temple in an hour. Come alone." The temple was crowded with early morning tourists. I found Ryo near the main hall, feeding pigeons. "You look terrible," he observed. "I had a long night. Who are you and what do you know?" "Direct. I like that." He scattered more feed. "I was a detective with Tokyo Metropolitan Police. Worked organized crime until I got too close to some powerful people. Now I'm private sector."

the woman asked. Takashi looked at the fairly bloodied woman. He tried not to show his disgust and his surprise at how unaffected everyone else is. “The girl here is a poker expert and the guy over here is a Fujiwara”. He watched as the woman’s eyes widened just a fraction, but she was back to bored and then angry. “How are you not sure it’s a coincidence? Send them away and make sure that they do not speak of this” and she turned her back to them.

Jacquin Marion was a man who worked in the financial sector, he was not afraid to seize assets, to take a livelihood, he was a ruthless businessman, he took cars, businesses, mansions. She didn't understand the type of business, Jacquin, had too many enemies, too many people to want to kill the man. So, there was a restricted and organized guest list, they had a lot of work to reduce the list. - Please, go to the police station tomorrow to give a statement. – The red-haired detective said, before leaving his apartment. So, leaving her, even if the next day, she attended the police station early, not before calling Tsuki who looked like a person who chose a good lawyer, still wearing a dress

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

In his investigation, he followed the clues, the place where he acted, literally indicated the field of action, in the midst of a last attack, it took more than a week in which at least eleven people disappeared in the last few months. So Tsuki was negotiating with some of his partners and investors, as to the executives of a rival company, about a partnership. Present moment... A few hours before heading back to the west. Akimitsu was a scientist, above all, he was a vampire as such, being immortal and having claws, as well as being an expert fighter.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

The detective said. “Whose help?” Mitsuhide questioned, knowing where this was headed. The detective was going Kit to help him in some way. “I think Dr. Jones is the key.” The detective said. “Akechi,” Mitsuhide said absentmindedly. “Her last name is Akechi now.” “Fine, Dr. Akechi.” The detective chuckled. “I do think that if we had her in the room, it would spark a response from Cindy.” “It probably would,” Mitsuhide said as Kit sat up and looked at him. “The detective thinks that you would spark Cindy into saying something other than scriptures, which is what she is doing currently.”

"Sakura was number one!" I felt like I had been electrified. I sat up in utter horror, eyes wide and mouth agape. "W-What did you say?" "He started with Sakura, Aito," he said. "Sakura is dead. She's gone. He slit her throat with a scalpel. His fingerprints were found on it and in the register, he was the last person to visit her." Holy fuck. What have you done, Haruto? It then dawned on me why Toshiro looks so rough. Why my parents refused to tell me anything. Why Yua has been so mellow. I noticed she didn't really seem like herself the last time she came. So this was why...