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he curiously asked as he started swallowing his food. "Um, Sorry. I can't tell you that." I replied nicely. As far as I can remember, he only got aggressive on the first day he woke up here but now, he's calmer than before. Not even news of him, trying to escape. Has he thought about something? I noticed that he's somewhat having a deep thought. How do detectives actually think? "Woah, this is a Japanese tea. Who bought it?" he happily exclaimed as soon as he took a sip. How come he has some immature attitude yet at the same time, clever?

“Let's cut right to the chase, shall we?’ Chief Donovan began, wiping sweat off his greasy forehead as he stood up from his seat, facing the detectives. “We have a big case in front of us right now, Ladies, and only one of you is getting it.” Everyone in the room glanced at each other except Aviana. She couldn't wait for the day to be over. “If you are able to solve the case, Well, just know your future is incredibly bright.” He stood up straight and went to the projector and put it on. “As we all know by now, my assistant and detective Conor passed away two nights ago. God rest their souls.” The chief said as he did the sign of the cross.” “Amen,” everyone else replied except Aviana who did

And Lorenzo…his once sharp, instinct-driven Alpha…was completely blind to the manipulation. He needed more reinforcements, more eyes on Alexis, and he needed them now. Conan quickly scrolled through his contacts and dialed Romeo’s number. The line rang for several moments, and just when Conan was about to lose patience, Romeo picked up. “Conan?” Romeo’s voice was low and rough, laced with suspicion. “Where the hell are you?” Conan demanded without preamble. “We need you back here now.” There was a slight pause on the other end, followed by a sigh. “Something came up, Conan. I’ll be back in a week…”

A concubus was more sensitive than an incubus, he should be able to tell. They were consulting each other before acknowledging us. An attempt to make us feel powerless. A misguided one. Nothing can make a demon feel powerless. When they looked up, the detective seemed shocked. His deep blue eyes widened. Where did I know him from? “Miss Coto? I heard you were kidnapped. What are you doing here?” He asked. “Sorry, have we met?” I smiled. “Detective Gunderson. I was investigating a suspicious death about a month ago. I came to your home with Officers Ryan and Leeds.” He explained.

“I could never be mad at you.” Conan tilted his head slightly, watching me with an unreadable expression. Then he reached forward and ruffled Jayden’s hair, making him giggle again. “Why don’t you show me your drawings?” Conan asked, nodding towards the papers scattered near Jayden’s little backpack. Jayden’s face lit up. He scrambled across the rug, gathering his crumpled sketches with clumsy hands. As he launched into an excited explanation about each scribbled wolf and oddly-shaped tree, Conan listened intently, nodding at all the right moments.

I had scrubbed until the skin was raw but the feeling would not go away and I did not think it ever would. The door opened and a detective walked in carrying a folder and a coffee cup that looked like it had been refilled too many times. She was older than me by maybe twenty years and had the kind of face that made you think she had heard every lie you could possibly tell her and a few you had not thought of yet. "Rin Nakamura," she said and sat down across from me and opened the folder. "I am Detective Chen and we need to talk about what happened tonight."

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

Detective Conan didn't go back inside with the men, because he had had enough of the smell, so he decided to wait outside for them to check before informing him of what they found inside the building. ... "Detective Conan, do you copy," the radio strapped to the detective's chest spoke, and the detective picked it up before speaking into it to. "Detective Conan here, what did you find?" The detective responded to the call and waited for the information on what was going on in the building. "Five rotten victim's bodies who looked like they've been dead for ages were found, but we did not touch any of it." The other officer announced before saying "over." Detective Conan felt the urge to smash

He said, taking a step back and waving me goodbye. Jason with his womanizer persona, huh... Anyway, the focus is on Jane Doe's autopsy. I quickly make my way back to the morgue again, Detective Conrad has some important data to confirm with me. Seems like the data is top urgent, I stumble onto Detective Conrad halfway there. He is at least younger than me apart by 2-3 years. Tall athletic classical Granata descent, he portrays a determined and mature man of responsibility for his age. The type of man I like.

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.