Detektif L Novels & Stories

��𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

Along the right wall was a row of chairs where people waited, one woman cradling a baby, a man with a bruised eye, and another random teenager biting his fingernails anxiously. From one of the inner rooms, the lead detective stepped out. He was in his usual plain navy-blue shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. "Talon Ashwood,” he said, waving him over. Talon moved forward. Halo followed him closely. Another man walked out beside the detective, a bit younger, with glasses, a neatly pressed shirt even, and he was holding a small notepad. "This is Mr. Kevin," the detective said. "Junior detective on the case." Talon nodded. "Alright. What’s going on?"

" This time is a hidden private detective." " Well done."

“You’ve got my attention. But I need to know how you got this information. And I want to hear it all, starting from the beginning.” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. “It’s a long story,” I said, glancing at Luca, who nodded encouragingly. “But it starts with a murder. Lorenzo Benedetti was killed, but it was part of a larger plan. His allies are still out there, and they’re more dangerous than ever.” Detective Martinez waved us into his office, and we followed him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The office was cluttered with papers and case files, a chaotic mix of law enforcement and real-life crime.

Mostly. Just then, a new message slid in. She gulped. Was it L? Had he dropped a new clue? Hesitantly, she opened the text message, and there it was. Simple words that sent chills down her spine. [L: Do Not Trust Detective Reyes.]

Adler called to the lady standing behind the counter. The lady raised her head at the man with 187cm height. He has tanned skin, thick brows, pointed nose and thin lips. His narrowed eyes are like fox’s, but there’s warmth on it. Wearing a white shirt top with jean jacket and navy blue denim ripped jeans, Adler showed his I.D to the staff. “My name is Adler Blaine, a detective from Major crime investigation team.” As if poured by a bucket of ice, the awed woman was snapped out. She was mesmerized by Adler’s good-looking appearance but after knowing that he is a detective, she felt anxious.

He assured me, as I didn't want my kids to get uncomfortable. “Thank you, detective.” “It's my job, I will call you once I have the way forward with the man from prison, please let me know if anything happens,” he said, and after bidding goodbye, he walked out. I walked to my table, took the bottle of wine I kept in my drawer and took a short glass. I poured myself a drink before I sipped it. I was confused: was it Damian or Cassie? With the notes, it was clear that it was Cassie, but now, with the detective and Lily's suspicion, there was a possibility that Damian was behind this. I sipped on my glass before I placed it back and walked to my yoga room. I walked straight to my wardrobe and c

Trying to act as the husband of the deceased, who's still grieving. “Let them in,” I muttered. My voice was calm like a still water. The lead detective introduced himself—Detective Hart, Internal Investigations. Cold eyes. Firm grip. The kind of man who’d spend hours watching without saying a word, just to see what you’d reveal. “We’ve received a tip pointing us toward a new suspect,” he finally said, his hard gaze fixed on me. “We’d like to ask you a few questions,” he continued. “Of course,” I replied. “Anything I can do to help,” I said as I clasped my hands together.

He’s Jillian May, a detective. “I’m Brandon Niall, a detective as well. This time might not be the best approach considering the burial had just finished, but it’s way better to cooperate with us as soon as the incident is still fresh in your mind.” The other man said as he showed them his identification card as well.

Luca nodded. “I’m Detective Harlan, assigned to the case surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s incident and the late Mr. Paolo Virelli.”