Novel & Cerita Detektif L

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

I retaliated quickly. "You just got lucky with that missing kid and with Danilo Proctuso, remember that." Guzman tried to act tough. "Yeah? How about you? The self-proclaimed golden boy. What have you done so far? Well, aside from doing inventory at the evidence room, huh?" Chris was about to turn his back on Guzman when he speaks. "I don't do inventory; I'm the newest detective of this station. You got that?" Guzman said, full of pride.

"That would be Professor Aliyah Raquel Semana also known as Lyra, am I correct in my assumptions, Dona Agpalza?" "Correct Detective. You truly are impressive, and please, call me Belle." "Your husband has sent me all the necessary information for me to work out this case properly. Expect me to be very present and visible in the next few days." "Of course, I will look forward to your assistance and solution in our problems, Sarge. Meanwhile, please enjoy breakfast or should I say brunch since we have woke up a little late today." "Thank you Belle but no need. Coffee is all I need since we will be leaving momentarily."

How did all of this get so out of control? Two detectives came in. One was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. The other was probably in his early thirties. He could tell immediately that the older one would be playing the role of bad cop. He had a scowl on his face that was only partially hidden behind his bushy mustache. They both sat down across from Rome, and the old man shuffled a stack of papers loudly before he cleared his throat and said. “Mr. Verona, I’m Det. Michael Bassett. This is Det. Terry Short. We’re, uh, sorry about your friend. You were good friends with Mark Hutio. Is that right?”

Raverine mumbled and memorized the face of the other guys within the picture. “Alex, I need you to use your search lens.” “Sure, Mister Raverine, you may upload the file now.” Raverine dragged the cropped picture of the three men captured together with the woman. “Poselle Lujean, police department 7 police detective. Luigi Gritz, police department 8 police officer. Kalil Monterez, police department 8 police officer.” “Look for Poselle Lujean, Alex.” “Poselle Lujean… Thank you, Alex."

“Have you seen anything in the surveillance cameras?” Im Jihoon questions Detective Han after Ahn Hana is gone. “Or dash cams?” “Nothing new.” Detective Han has his eyes glued to the screen. He has never liked the involvement of prosecutors in his case. He needs to gather evidence. But Prosecutor Im has been actively looking for the magnolia killer for a while.

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

Lacey made a note, “I will try to find out who the detective is for your case.” Lori answered, “I have his card.” She fished it out of her purse and handed it to Lacey. Lacey smiled, “You got the best detective on the force. His people skills are second to none. He seriously cares about the people.” Lori smiled, “He was really nice to me last night.”

He states firmly, his gaze darting between me and Alessandro. Alessandro rises to his feet. “you have my word, detective.” Extending his hand out for the detective to shake. The detective placed his hand in Alessandros’ and gives it a firm shake. “You will hear from me again.” He says as he looks at me and bows his head. We wait for Viktor to show the detective out before we openly talk. “You can wipe that worried look off your face, amore mio. The detective will not find anything that will link Joel to the house fire. I've also erased your file from their servers.” He exhales, helping me to my feet, and he leads me into the living room.

“Can we please talk inside there?” A few seconds of silence passed and the detective gestured for him to come into the room. When he walked in and his eyes landed on us, he smiled warmly. He was wearing a business suit, but without a tie. “So what do you want to talk about? And make it snappy, because as you can see…” Detective Stone gestured towards us. “I’m very busy.” “I’m here to confess. It was not Lara and Liam that did the hit-and-run, it was me.” He blurted out, and confusion instantly smeared everyone’s faces. “And I have all the proof you need.”