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The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles.. Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many. This book will be published is series. Each season a book of it's own. Character mining

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”

But when I ask, “May I ask who you are and what you are here for?” He seems so nonchalant and shrugs before answering, “My name is detective Harrison, and I am here because a Robert Fedorov filed a missing persons report for his teenage daughter, Arabella Fedorov. He told me that he tracked her phone to this very place and then when he spoke with you, you acted suspicious.”

"You're here to observe me. I don't have time to teach you anything." "Why is that?" I heard an all too familiar voice say. Lorenzo and I looked towards the door and saw detectives Halstead and Upton walk in. "Detectives," I stood up. "What can I do for you?" "Well, you can start by introducing your friend to us," Halstead said. "Of course. Detective Halstead, Detective Upton, this is Lorenzo Velasco." Lorenzo nodded at the detectives while they narrowed their eyes at him. "Velasco. As in Emilio Velasco? The rumored mafia Don?" Detective Halstead asked.

I played the video. "Bonjour Detectives! Je' m'appele Morse! Haha! If it isnt the selfish infamous Leounet detectives. Let's see if you can be such a saint this time around. I'll give you a clue. Following the nostalgia of the game." He laughed maniacaly, "Raise a toast to us! You've been a good sport" He held a glass cup of what seemed to be wine and took a sip.

She was suppose to be in Italy right now, tackling the Don of Mala Del Capone but under the recommendation of Jake, here she was. Lucy flipped a table in her mind She wasn't Sherlock Holmes neither was she detective connan, This mission required her to investigate the cause of the deaths, those related to it, capture those related to it and bring them to the agency for more investigations. This was not what she wanted, she wanted to kill, kill and kill some more and not investigate some murder. sigh " Ahh, it's better I hurry and get this over with"

the detective replied confidently, "Five minutes and I'll get everything I need." The doctor glanced at Damien who gave him a curt nod as a go ahead. The detective stepped closer to Diego and said softly, "Mr Bernadi, I am Detective Stanley from criminal affairs division. I just need to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you." "Miss Lana." Damien breathed painfully, "Miss Lana, where is she?" "That's what we'd like to know, Mr Bernadi," The detective answered. He held on to the bed rails and leaned in closer to Diego, "We know what she did to you but we'd like to hear the details from you as well,"

I hissed through gritted teeth. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I snatched it up, seeing the name Detective Danvers flash on the screen. Finally. The private investigator. “Detective Danvers, tell me you have something,” I said, not bothering with pleasantries. There was a pause on the other end, a hesitation that made my heart sink. “Victor, I've been digging, but this hacker she's working with—he's a ghost. No digital footprint, no alias that sticks. Whoever this guy is, he’s either the best in the business, or—”

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

Ruby stretched her hands and smiled at the detective. The detective wasn’t sure what to reply. “You might be happy now. You are going to regret it later. But the next thing I’m going to do is find the wickedman. I bet you already know him. Don’t you? I’m not going to leave you until you reveal him.” “Hell, no. Whether you believe me or not, I have never seen his face. He’s always with a weird, scary wolf mask. His whole body is covered in a black suit. He’s...”