Novel & Cerita Detektif L

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

THE DETECTIVE'S TESTIMONY LUCIEN'S POV The detective's name is Colin Mercer, he is sixty-one years old. He retired from the police service fourteen years ago on a pension that, it has now been established, was supplemented substantially by a series of payments from a nominee account connected to Victor Hale's network of intermediary companies. He spent eleven days investigating Robert Vale's death. He closed the case as accidental. He retired shortly after and has spent fourteen years in a house in the Midlands with a garden and a routine and the particular arrangement of someone who has agreed with themselves not to examine certain things too closely.

Allen looked at it and realized he was a detective. “I’m Detective Kevin Tan and I would like to ask you a few questions,” the detective started. “A-About what?” Allen asked with a confused expression. “Let’s go somewhere else first, shall we?” Even before Allen could answer, the detective had already walked away from him. He couldn't do anything but follow. They reached a park after a few minutes of walking. The detective immediately sat down on the vacant bench, followed by Allen, who also sat next to the detective. As they sat down, the detective immediately pulled out a small notebook from his pocket.

He asked crabbily, obviously annoyed at Nadine for having his sleep interrupted. “I'm Detective Long. I'm in charge of investigating Dustin's murder. I assumed he worked here.” Nadine said confidently. The man looked her up and down and without asking her for any form of identification, nodded, “Yep. He worked here.” “Is there anyone here called Marlowe?” Nadine pressed on since the man was not big on volunteering information. “Nope. What kind of sissy ass name is that?” The man asked. Nadine gave a long-suffering sigh.

It continued ringing and he had to pick it up. "Detective Joe on the line," he said while panting. "The undertakers are robbing Lisdan company at the moment," the person said skipping the pleasantries. "I'll be there," detective Joe said stilling panting, and hung up. "You are not leaving me like this, are you?" Tyler bemoaned as he was still thrusting in and out of her. "Shut up..." Detective Joe said taking her lips into his.

“Uh, Frank Payne. Liam’s secretary.” The detective gave a slow nod. “Figured. You don’t look like a client. I'm Detective Hale.” Frank let out a nervous chuckle. “Uh… appreciate the hospitality.” The detective ignored him and turned to Liam. “I found some things,” he said, pushing a file across the table. Liam picked it up, flipping through the contents. “And?” The detective leaned back. “There’s barely anything on him. It’s like his past was wiped clean.”

' I pondered, lost until I felt another rough tap. "Are you deaf?" The harsh tone came, and I shuddered unconsciously, turning to see Don Lucien Moretti, the terrifying head of all Mafia leaders, glaring down at me with his icy, blue eyes. A huge lump formed in my throat as I reared backwards in shock before looking down to realize that I was naked, with just a duvet covering my body. I looked back at him to see that he was butt-naked too, with the sheet in between us covered with blood.

The detective's name is Reyes. He's got a coffee cup in his left hand and a notebook in his right and he looks at me with some kind of suspicion in his eyes, taking in my backpack and my clothes and the fact that I'm kneeling on the road next to a body with my hand on a dead boy's chest. "You knew him," he says. Not a question. "He's my brother."

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.