Gotham Detective Bullock Novels & Stories

"Miss, I advise you please step away from that man," It takes everything in Charlie's spine not to give him the middle finger. Instead, she gives him an incredulous look before looking back at Bulky. Her skeleton almost leaves her body when she sees those intense eyes staring at her. Bulky stands up and walks towards Charlie. "Do not fret, miss! We've called for back up! I promise this vile criminal will be put behind bars!" It's Officer George that exclaims this time. "Not fine." Bulky mumbles as he shakes his head. Honestly, he is more than disappointed.

Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm. I, on the other hand, believe they're overreacting. "Besides," Brenna said. "You don't have to pay him the damaged you did to his car." My eyebrow raised. "What?" "He knows we're close. He said he already had it repaired." - I let out a deep sigh as Officer Rankin finally stamps my paper 'CASE CLOSED' about the recent case I handled about bank robbery. "Congratulations," He handed the paper back. "Another case solved."

he threatened ruthlessly before returning his cruel gaze to me. The chief detective tried to protest again but I managed to stop him. All the commotion was giving me a bad headache. The chief detective had tried his best for me and I was grateful. It seemed everyone at the station was against me except him. He was the only one looking out for me. The last thing I wanted was for him to lose his job because of me. I knew Robert was capable of doing such because of how rich and powerful he was. He has transformed into something I couldn’t recognize anymore – a ruthless soulless monster that cares for nothing but his own selfish desires

CHAPTER 36 New York City Police Department (NYPD) Headquarters, 1:00 pm The young detective named Nicholas Gray looked up quickly when his coworker Hendrick Mckenzie--or Hendrick as he was more commonly known--tapped him on the shoulder. The hazel-eyed detective sat down in his chair--which was next to Nicholas' desk--and immediately handed Nicholas a dark brown folder. They had been in the same division (serious crimes division) for the past five years and their relationship had been very good. So it was natural for Nicholas to think of Hendrick as his own brother.

It was about to go down… Detective Burkely James was a police officer, though retired but he tried to remind himself of all the good things he'd done while in the force. His achievements, his contributions, his impact, and the fact that at one time he'd been a role model to the younger generations. He tried to remind himself of all these while the kid who looked like he ate bars of steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner pinned him to the wall in a chokehold.

~~~~~ Minutes later, Bullet and I, accompanied by five of Francesco's men, drove out of the Dante mansion and cruised on the highway. We have a new target to kill and that is Charles Blackwood. He is a high rank police officer who works directly with the C.I.A department. They are one that we shouldn't mess with. Thankfully, one of Francesco's underlings had dug out every information about him. “I will do this alone.” I told them as soon as the car came to a halt. “I can't risk your lives. The best person for this job is me.” I opened the car’s door and ran behind the fence as I took out the security around the house. My silent pistol did justice to that. My eyes were sharp and my ears were

I peek my head around the corner and watch as she answers it, listening to the conversation on speakerphone. “Um, hello?” “Yes, I’m looking for Miss Harley Savage, please.” A deep, monotone voice booms from the other end. “Yes, I’m Harley Savage. May I ask who’s calling and what this is about?” She tries to say it calmly and confidently, but I can hear the shakiness and sadness in her voice. “Ma’am, this is Detective Rollins, with the Brockton Police Department. I have some rather unfortunate news about Mr. Alec Savagged. You do know him, correct?”

he finished. “You don’t certainly believe that this was the work of a wild animal Detective Burke?” “If you’d seen the things that I have over the years, you would believe anything” he answered back absently. He knelt in front of the victims. “Did you manage to I.D them yet?” He could tell that these were common criminals, but no one deserves to be killed like this. The first victim didn’t even seem any older than twenty. “We’ve got John Quire, previously convicted on multiple charges of drug

A hand grabbed Will and spun him round, slammed him against the wall. “Gotcha, you little shite!” A bullseye lantern momentarily blinded him. The harsh aroma of cheap cheroot billowed into his face. The broad sneering countenance came into focus. Mutton chops. Hard eyes beneath a bowler. Detective-Inspector Brice Lock, Lambeth Division. The Inspector had him by his shirtfront; his other hand squeezed his wrist, banged his knife hand against the bricks. He thought about wrestling his hand loose and using his knife on the copper, but only in passing. There were rules to the games they played with coppers. While it was rare sport to stuff a constable head-first down a manhole, you didn’t kill o

I shifted my weight uneasily on both feet as a loud rumbling of thunder pedaled through the night’s air, the second time now since we had marched on horseback into the thick forest of dried trees. “How long has the body been here?” Anthony’s gruff voice was emotionless, but I could sense the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. The rogue’s words blurred in my ears as I stared at the body…or what remained of it. Ezra Gooding...one of the elite wolves of Gotham looked like a bloody mass of potato pudding, a dark stain on the billowing snow.