Hello Detective Novels & Stories

Chapter 77 Alpha llyod's POV The detective was an old man with a limp. I doubted him from the moment I laid my eyes on him but callum was so confident about his expertise My heart still managed to beat rapidly in my chest as I thought about Veronica and cade, wondering if I had made the right choice, if they would have not been safer with me by their side. " I heard you are trying to investigate the drug syndicate, eve?"the man asked as he sat down.

A smile forms on my face and I pull my cell phone out of my left pocket, dialing the detective I hired directly. "Tell me there's something for me." I speak, right after he answers. "Nothing concrete. Just suspects." He says, enigmatic. I press the phone to my face, feeling my chest tighten and my breathing hitch. damn it! Here is hot. "I don't pay you to be suspicious, I want real information on my desk. I growl, having to unbutton the top buttons of my shirt with my free hand. A few seconds of silence pass. "Henrico … listen. I'm having a good hunch, something big. However, I need time."

Detective: Hello. Susan sat in the chair opposite his desk and said, Susan: Hello. Susan: Have you thought about what I told you? Detective: You're right. Susan: Let me help you with this case. I have a feeling it might help you a lot. Detective: What do you mean?

“And who might you be?” Dante didn’t move, but I felt his presence shift like a predator sensing an approaching threat. His body was a barrier between me and the detective, but it wasn’t enough to stop the weight of the man’s scrutiny. I swallowed. “Lucia,” I said evenly. The detective’s eyes flickered, something unreadable flashing across his face before he nodded. “Lucia… You match a description I was given.” Dante’s posture stiffened. “That so?” His voice was smooth, but I could hear the lethal edge beneath it.

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.”

She has worked so hard her whole life to support me and my career. "Miss Holmes, I want to let you know about your injuries, but before we begin this gentleman behind me has some things to go over with you." Dr. Matthews says. I sit on the chair next to my mother intending to stay in this same spot until someone forces me to leave. I hold my mother's hand and prepare for the worst. I have an idea what this detective is about to say. "Miss Holmes, I'm detective Anderson. I am the one in charge of the investigation regarding your café. He walks closer to the bed my mother is resting on, and I can see the hard lines across his forehead become more visible. This man does not have good news.

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

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

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?"

I imagined Rachel was at the stage of experiencing just that. The tiny feeling inside of me kept growing, morphing into something that began to make sense—worry. But what was I worried about, exactly? “Please, sit down,” a detective said, motioning to a chair across from where I was standing. I noticed the ID card on the table: Detective Hugh Talker. He was the one who had called me. “Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you too. Let’s get to business,” I replied curtly, ignoring the handshake. After all, who in Las Vegas doesn’t know who I am?