Detectives Tintin Novels & Stories

White's voice boomed behind me. I was shocked for a second as I hadn't expected anyone to be around. "Yes of course." I replied, mastering up a sweet innocent smile. I poured the water into a glass and gave it to him. He drank it halfway, then paused to look at me. "Is your laptop okay? Was it broken?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't sound suspicious. "Yeah. It's fine. Just an alert that went off." He said his gaze still fixed on me. He was suspicious of me, and I could feel it.

Preferably with him pinning me to the wall and whispering dirty promises in my ear. But no, Seraphina, focus! We're on a mission! What's wrong with me? I violently shook my head to focus. Then I followed the trail...that annoying scent that Lucien has...I asked Marcus and Layla if he knew the scent but they both said he smelled like the Kael perfume brand. But that wasn't the scent I was talking about. I just concluded I have better sniffing instincts than most detectives. So yeah, I sniffed him all the way to the 17th floor. The hotel suite door was just barely cracked, and I heard his voice inside, calm and firm, speaking with the President....The actual President. I quickly started record

Detective Jones said then the driver locked the door after he climbed out. The car’s windows were tinted so outsiders wouldn’t be able to see who’s inside the car. There are other features in the car as well that would not be in the best interest of anyone trying to cause trouble to its passengers. Since they wanted to take Adrian with them to look for the farm, Lillian and Ernest insisted that they take their car which is bulletproof and tinted. They didn’t trust the car that Detective Jones drove. Lillian and Ernest’s driver, John Garcia, was entrusted with driving and making sure that Adrian arrives and returns in one piece. The driver has full training even in an event where a car chase