Hello Detective 소설 & 이야기

He flared his nose. “Larry Forester. He's a good detective. He's secretly investigating. No eyes in him.” Jay looked frustrated, he widened his face showing his teeth. He grinned but his eyes couldn't lie. Detective Solando might have unravelled some secrets about this case. Jayden eyes spiraled. He's thinking of something. Does he have a plan in his mind?” He pounced on feet. “Sure.” He sighed. We strode to where our car was. Jay unlocked his driver's seat ready to start the car. A snow white paper etched with blood glued to his stirring.

The same detective that was now standing in the living room, interrogating Derrick no doubt. I could sense the uneasiness in the air as we walked into the house. Even worse, I could see the look of discomfort on Derrick’s face, along with something I could swear was anger. But it was hard to tell. “Miss Hart,” the detective said with an enthusiasm that I assumed he’d spent years practicing. “It’s a good thing you’re here. Who’s your friend?” Annabelle beat me to an answer. “Hi. I’m Annabelle. Annabelle Thorne.”

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

At last she nodded and let me come in. I sit down on their bamboo sofa and looked around. Their house is neat and well organized even though it’s small. “What’s your question, Detective?” she asked. “Do you remember your son with a tattoo?” I asked immediately. She thinks deeply. I hope that I can have the right answer now. I am so eager to finish and solve this case. I wanted to hunt down Reybert’s murderer and also the one who killed Mr. Rosario, Jean Fajardo and the two students.

The detective said. “Whose help?” Mitsuhide questioned, knowing where this was headed. The detective was going Kit to help him in some way. “I think Dr. Jones is the key.” The detective said. “Akechi,” Mitsuhide said absentmindedly. “Her last name is Akechi now.” “Fine, Dr. Akechi.” The detective chuckled. “I do think that if we had her in the room, it would spark a response from Cindy.” “It probably would,” Mitsuhide said as Kit sat up and looked at him. “The detective thinks that you would spark Cindy into saying something other than scriptures, which is what she is doing currently.”

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspecting you, is he?"

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.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.