Gotham Detective Bullock Novels & Stories

His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with. His voice was deep and commanding, and every word he spoke carried a weight of authority. Alexa nods slowly, her heart racing. "No, I don't. Is there something wrong?" The detective pulls out a notepad from his pocket and flips it open. "I'm Detective Williams. I've been investigating the recent burglaries in the area, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." Alexa furrows her brow, trying to remember if she saw anything suspicious in the neighborhood. "Sure, I'll help in any way I can. What do you want to know?"

Well, they didn’t call him a good detective for nothing, considering the fact that; the woman who was killed was his little sister. “What’s the address?” I heard him ask, my hands were tucked in my jacket and I was staring right at his handsome face, his thick and husky voice was starting to do something to me also, ‘not so fast!’ I said in my mind, shaking off the unusual feelings that had started to sneak around. “The gun was purchased just this morning from a legal gun store, under a name which would probably be an alias; Tommy Hills.” I replied, shifting my gaze from him to the darkness behind, staring at him was making me feel uneasy.

Why did everything fall apart so fast? A buzz from my phone pulled me out of my spiral. Detective Bishop (Private Investigator): I have information. Can we talk? “Come,” I replied instantly. Twenty minutes later, footsteps echoed in the hallway. My office door opened and Bishop stepped in—middle-aged, sharp eyes, always carrying that worn-out folder he treated like an extension of his arm. “Mr. Blake,” he greeted. “Sit,” I told him, though I remained standing. He placed the folder on the desk. “I’ll get straight to the point. Your accident…” He paused, watching my reaction. “…wasn’t an accident.”

Another innocent caught in something she never understood. The rear doors of the van closed with a dull metallic thud. A final sound. A permanent one. I turned toward the officers nearby. "Who's leading the investigation?" Nathan pointed toward a man speaking with several detectives. "The inspector." I walked over. He noticed me immediately. "You must be Ethan Blackwood." "I am." He offered a firm handshake. "Inspector Raymond." I returned the gesture. "I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances." "So am I."

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Lucifer said, raising his brow in confusion, but Ethan was pushed aside before two men walked in. One of them took out what looked like a badge. “I’m Detective Larry Hanks, from the crimes division of New York city department , and i would like to speak with Lucifer Morningstar.“

“I have my own car.” Galen Barker whispered to her, “This car is evidence. If you drive it off, it’ll be hard for me to handle the case.” “What?” Meanwhile, Galen was pretty impressed by how cautious Ruth was. Because she had already fallen for a trap once, it was only normal for her to not trust him. He took out his badge and showed it to Ruth. “I’m Galen Barker, captain of the criminal investigation department and Abel’s friend. You don’t have to be suspicious of me, Mrs. Blakewell.”

“My name’s Thena Robert.” “You may call me Kostya.” He raised my hand to his pale, dry lips. I could see in his dark, smoke-colored eyes that he was a top predator used to getting what he wanted. I backed away and stood as near to Richard as I could. Natasha introduced Richard to Kostya, but the Russian’s attention remained on me. “Ms. Robert, I heard what happened to your friend, the investigator. What was his name?” The FBI believed he was directly involved with Bohman Underwood’s murder. “Bohman was a good and decent man.”

Twelve Luca Capaldi Detective Wallace Wilkins had worked as my family’s private investigator for as far back as I could remember. Giuseppe had had him on retainer. I intended to keep him as such. He was good at finding out information that I needed. He was an older man, with a bald head, a round nose, and always wore a black suit with a black fedora. Even when he was inside a fancy restaurant, like we were now. “Luca,” he said.

I would show my aunt that I was not a thief and that I was a good person who deserved love and respect. With renewed determination, I set out to make things right. And even though the road ahead would be long and difficult, I knew that I would make it through, one step at a time. As I walked towards Bella's house, I couldn't help but feel excited for the upcoming birthday party. However, upon seeing her, I was met with an inexplicable happiness. Bella's smile was infectious, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear. Our conversation began innocently enough, with talk of Onix. But then Bella dropped a bombshell: she didn't trust him. Her words sent a chill down my spine.