Gotham Detective Bullock Novels & Stories

"They wanted to move heroin through my territory. Through my town. I don't deal in that shit, Ghost. Never have. Never will." "So you stole it?" I asked. "I destroyed it," Bull corrected. "Burned every ounce. The money on my desk? That's from legitimate business. Not Bratva blood money." He met my eyes. "Why are you asking?" Bull asked. "What did Volkov tell you?" I didn't answer. Didn't need to. Bull saw it in my face. "They want me dead," he said. "And they sent you to do it." "Yeah," I admitted.

he asked Karen "Last week while I was still in New Zealand for work" "Yeah and me too last week " I added "Well according to the autopsy no injuries just a bite mark , no blood found her blood had been drained" he said as Karen held her hands over her mouth and muffled a few words obviously in shock " I fucking New it that bastard killed my mum that fucking bastard I'm gonna hunt you down" I yelled "Do you by any chance know anything about her death?" The police man asked "I'm Detective Vanessa I work for the FBI In Newyork to he precise in Newyork these same thing had been happening and I'm the case was handed over to me , I kept on receiving threat notes from the person " I said finally in

All of the men from Country J surrounded Harvey and Marcus, locking the two inside. Cam sat on the unmoving body of an inspector. He raised his head to look at Harvey and snarled, “Isn’t this the noble Consultant York? Interesting!” “Some guts that you have! You dare come here on your own before I approach you?” Harvey stared at the bodies on the ground, and frowned slightly. He recognized them as the inspectors who were on their shifts during the morning. Safe to say, Cam was indeed unscrupulous with his business. He actually dared to beat up the inspectors of Buckwood to this point!

Behind the table sat a bearded man with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other/ "Hey, guys! You finally made it! It was a fucking long wait I tell you. But yeah, glad you're here now." Antonio hugs the rough man now in a suit befitting the image of the master of the house. "Brother, it is great to see you safe. Now, meet The Bishop, Sargent Marc Alexander Carlos also known as The Detective. Of course, you already know Our Knight, the replacement of our now deceased Rook." "Sargeant huh? What the heck, does everyone here have a military position aside from me? Ahahaha!" "Well, better you don't since our target also has a military position," chuckles The Detective.

Jay Buster is really skillful with the guns and according to Jake,he is as swift as a moving bullet when it comes to shooting. Billy,Billy Rorschach,the one with the connections as regards housing and locations. His agency covered almost 95% of housing in Bronx city. He knows every hiding spot and every resident in the city. If you need a safe hideout,Billy is the number one person who could help out. In fact,all of them are all dangerous. Anna is Jake’s P.A and the informant. The pretty,tall brunette with a model-like figure. She gets all the informations and she’s very loyal to him.

HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind.

Mark had⁠ spe‌nt years controlling hi‌m. Manipulating⁠ him. Pushing him. Yet seeing his‌ fat⁠her covered in blood still hurt⁠. ‌ Some wounds never disappeared complete‌ly. ‍A police detective approached. Tall‍. Serious. Exhausted. ⁠"You Liam Blackwell?" "Yes." ‌Th‍e detective nodded‌. "‌W‍e need stat‌e‌ments from everyone." Liam glanc‌ed toward Ava. The detec‍tive fo⁠llowed his gaze.

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

“I’m a detective who is here on a case. I came here to find out who owns this item. I discovered it in a hospital with blood on it. I would like to find out who the murderer is. That is why I have come.” “Really? I assumed you would have done a blood test or fingerprint analysis first.” Detective Saul let out a sigh. “I did. But... nothing came out. I did, however, notice something else. As if it were a paw.” He showed the man a glimpse of the image. “Please tell me if you know of a blacksmith who can make this. I need something I can cling to in order to solve this case.” With a startled expression on his face, the blacksmith examined the paw. “Are you all right?”