Detectives Novels & Stories

- he asked at the end. - Yes, that's right.- Leo answered first, with a serious expression on his face.- I'm Leopold Evans, Detective Inspector in Criminal Investigation Department of the South Wales Police police in Cardiff. And this is Detective Esther Moore, my partner.- he introduced them one by one, and when pointed to Esther, she merely nodded her head slightly as a confirmation.

As soon as Xavion had finished cursing, a middle-aged man said in a dissatisfied tone, “Mr. Xavion Fox, I don’t think we, as the New York police, have offended you before, right?” Xavion turned around to see a middle-aged Oskian man in a suit walking over with a dozen police officers. Xavion’s face turned a little ugly upon seeing who had come. “Yo, it’s Chief Lammy! Chief Lammy, you’re indeed a very good detective. You received the news so quickly and arrived so soon.” The man called Chief Lammy was Merlin Lammy, a very famous Oskian sheriff in New York. Merlin was very famous not only because he was the chief of police, but because he was also the inspector with the highest detection rate

sir the test results shows that the fingerprint belongs to Eric tovell" detective mike announced interupting Emily's report "guys guess we have one step to our first suspect" Mr Williams said and I sighed.

We hung up and I waited on the detectives. The two detectives who showed up were the same two who informed Ruby and I about Derek. "It is nice to see you again Miss White. We heard you had some valuable information for us. This is Detective Wilcox, and I am detective Morris. We will be working on your case from now on." I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances.

“Mr. Zavier Wood." "I am Detective J.K Parker."

Opting for highway versus city driving, it only takes me thirty-five minutes to reach the destination. Red and blue lights dance against the dark and sandstone of the massive home. Shaped like a U with a circular drive of gravel. Recognition between the cops and homicide detectives comes quickly. The officers, werewolves and one of the detectives, Victor Aurora, a Vampire I work closely with. A whirlwind of movement and bodies surrounds the property -forensics specialists, personnel from the medical examiner’s office, other wolves from this family’s pack.

So, all the detectives are down with trying to reach out to the deceased family or friend, and also to get a record of their movements in the past few days to know who they have been in contact with. “You got a lighter?”Detective Larry asked his partner once they were outside. The sight of the dead body was gruesome, he couldn’t tell yet, no, it was too early to track the killings down to a psychopath, but he knew that this was too mediocre to call it the handwork of a crazy maniac. Henry helped him with the lighter, before he stood by the side to watch the patrol officers try as much as to keep the reporters from barging in, and disrupting the works of the fo

I could feel the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on me, their eyes sharp and probing as they prepared to interrogate me about the events of that afternoon. "Mr. Moretti, thank you for agreeing to meet with us," Detective Alvarez began, his voice tinged with authority. "I'm Detective Alvarez, and this is Detective Ramirez. We're here to ask you a few questions about the shooting that occurred earlier today." I nodded, my jaw clenched tight as I braced myself for the barrage of inquiries that I knew would follow. The detectives wasted no time in getting to the point, firing off questions with ruthless efficiency as they sought to unravel the tangled web of

"You're here to observe me. I don't have time to teach you anything." "Why is that?" I heard an all too familiar voice say. Lorenzo and I looked towards the door and saw detectives Halstead and Upton walk in. "Detectives," I stood up. "What can I do for you?" "Well, you can start by introducing your friend to us," Halstead said. "Of course. Detective Halstead, Detective Upton, this is Lorenzo Velasco." Lorenzo nodded at the detectives while they narrowed their eyes at him. "Velasco. As in Emilio Velasco? The rumored mafia Don?" Detective Halstead asked.

Regardless, I maintain a poker face as I watch the detective bow respectfully. “Your Grace….”. He says and lowers his head cordially. How courteous. “... I'm Detective Asher Glen and I'm in charge of the case of Vander Djik Gerald who was found dead in the early hours of this evening”. I nod in complete understanding. “It's nice meeting you, detective”. “We are questioning everyone in case anybody heard or saw anything that might be helpful to the investigation. We'd appreciate your cooperation, Luna”. I glance at Draaven but his face is once again empty and expressionless as he lets the detective and I have our conversation.