Saw 4 Detective Hoffman Novels & Stories

It was then that Nate caught the silver badge clipped to his belt buckle. “Mr. Montgomery?” he asked. “I’m Detective Tavaras from Homicide.” “Detective,” he said, surprised. “Yes, thank you for coming.” “I was hoping to speak with Mira , but you’ll do for the time being.” “Certainly,” he said. “Anything I can do to help.” Speaking discretely, the detective ushered him over to the far wall where the desk attendant overhear their conversation. “There was a problem with the security footage.”

I said, though it was more an observation than a question. He nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.” He hesitated, then added, “I found something online just now. Thought you’d want to see it.” A sharp tension coiled in my chest as he handed me his phone. The video was already queued up. The thumbnail showed a vlogger seated across from a detective. The title was bold and sensational: Exclusive: Detective Speaks on Working with Lennon to Expose the Mob.

His eyes meet mine for an instant steady, and unreadable. A detective with a square jaw approaches, his badge catching the lantern light. “Scarlett Hayes?” “Yes,” I manage. My voice was thin, almost lost in the wind. “I’m Detective Reilly. We need your statement. Everything you saw tonight. Everything you know.” I glance at Damien, at my mother. There’s too much too many secrets stacked like dominoes, ready to crash if I push the first one. Reilly seems to read my hesitation. “We already have the suspect in custody downstairs,” he says, nodding toward the unconscious man being wheeled out. “But we need context. How you all got here.”

"Maybe he's still alive, maybe he can still be saved... I need to see him, I need to..." The detective pulled out a tablet with grim efficiency. "I'm afraid that's not possible." He turned the screen toward me and the image burned itself into my brain. Our bedroom. Our cream-colored carpet. Blood, so much blood it looked black in the camera flash, spreading across the floor like spilled ink. And a body. Face turned away, but I recognized everything the watch I'd given him for our anniversary, the wedding ring we'd chosen together, the custom Tom Ford suit I'd bought for his birthday.

Suddenly, the police stormed the hospital unannounced. Zephyr's eyebrows furrowed as his gaze locked onto the detective who stepped forward, flashing his badge before him. “LAPD. Mr. Zephyr, you're under arrest for your fraudulent acts,” the detective announced, a firm look on his face as his eyes pierced through Zephyr's. Zephyr's eyes flickered, his eyebrows furrowed as he opened his mouth, yet finding it hard to utter a word.

Director Huffman stepped inside of the room and slammed the door open, he was trying to scare the people inside however the police just dryly looked at him and scoffed inside. Of all the directors, Director Huffman is one of the most hateful ones that they have encountered, the man was too prideful and he didn’t even bother to hide his disgusting character. “Director Huffman, as both professional people, we would hope that you won’t disrupt the process of our investigation, if you won’t then we would not hesitate to arrest you as one of the suspects in this case.” Director Huffman was baffled when the policemen did not even flinch after he attempted to scare them.

The detective enlarged the image. Before anyone else could speak, I recognised it. "That's ours." He looked at me. "What?" "The key." I pointed at the tiny strip wrapped around the top. "My mum marked all Hart Events keys with gold tape." Even after all these years, the faded strip was still there. The detective nodded. "So Marissa had company keys." "Or found them." Another officer's voice interrupted. "Approaching Bay Fourteen now." The feed switched to a body camera. The storage bay stood ahead of them.

"If you want him, you go through me." Ariana joined Nick. "So do you go through me." Claire, Daniel, Victor, Sofia, and even the police detective stepped forward. The detective surprised everyone. "I don't know who you people really are." He looked at Hayes. "But I know this isn't justice." Hayes sighed. "I expected at least one honest officer." The detective slowly lowered his badge onto the hood of his police car. "I won't help you." Hayes nodded toward two soldiers. "Take his weapon."

The detectives obliged, gaining the doctor’s trust and left them with the nurse. Dr. Warren placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, he was happy that Harry would finally be able to concentrate and have a goodnight rest at home. Harry stood in a corner, waiting for the detectives to finish their interrogation before he could approach her. “Hi, I’m Detective Storm and this is my colleague, Officer Liam. We are here to ask you some questions, concerning the shootout that happened in Walter's Restaurant a month and few weeks back. If you feel we’re bombarding you with too many questions, please let us know, we can come back another time” June was nervous, so she gently nodded.

She said dialling a number. Shane and Steve stood and waited, the sergeant tapping on a keyboard occasionally looked over to where the two men stood. Silently, not moving. She was unnerved. After ten minutes the door opened and Detective Smyth walked through smiling. “Ah Shane Hart” he began “That’s MR Hartford to you. We aren’t friends.” Shane smiled, there was something in the way he smiled that made Detective Smyth uncomfortable. “Please forgive my rudeness. As I was saying Mr Hartford. I’m afraid you cannot see Mr Milligan.”