Saw 4 Detective Hoffman Novels & Stories

“The New York senior police detective, Detective Aiden Shaw has been arrested for the murders of seven young girls over the years. Detective Aiden Shaw had been the detective in charge of solving the murder cases along side his partner, Detective Tia Sparrow. Following evidences presented by his partner, Tia Sparrow, which had him confessing to committing the crimes, Aiden Shaw was arrested yesterday, on the 15th of May. The evidence presented showed him and his partner, now deceased Daniel Noel Arnott, holding the Skyline group business tycoon Colin Hunt, his grand son Chester Hunt, and his detective partner Tia Sparrow at gun point, after which his partner, Daniel fired a shot at Colin Hun

A man across from me is sleeping with his head against the wall. I stare at the floor and sight the blood on my sneakers… Jade’s blood. A detective comes out. He’s in his mid-forties with his tie loose… “Sosa?” I stand. He walks me to a room with a metal table in the centre with two chairs. I can sight a camera in the corner due to the red light blinking. He points to a chair. I sit, he sits and then opens a folder. “You want to tell me what happened at 422 Park Avenue?”

I grabbed my burner phone, shoved an airpod under my wig, and began to chop onions with the ferocity of a woodchipper. "Jean-Pierre! More coffee!" Julian yelled from the lounge. "Oui, Monsieur! In ze moment! I am... eh... massaging ze poultry!" I dialed the precinct handling the sighting, using a voice modulator I’d built into the burner. I set it to Hard-Boiled Noir Detective. "Detective Miller, Precinct Five," I growled into the phone, my voice dropping three octaves into a gravelly, American baritone. "Yeah, this is Detective Henderson from the Hamptons task force," the officer on the other end replied. "You calling about the Knight sighting?"

Hazel felt hot tears run down her face as she watched both her parents' coffins get lowered into the dug earth. Her throat constricted painfully, while she tried to choke back the sobs. She adjusted the dark shades on her face, which complemented the black flowing gown she had on, hiding her already red and puffy eyes behind the shades. “I'm so sorry for your loss, Ms. Hazel.” Detective Sarah said as she came to stand beside her, handing over a kerchief to her. “We'll do our best to catch whoever did this, and put them away for good.” She said with a determined look on her face.

“Officers. You have thirty seconds to get back in your vehicles and drive away. After that, every one of you will spend the rest of your careers investigating parking tickets in Staten Island.” The lead detective (somebody I don’t recognize) smirks and pulls cuffs. “Damien Cross, you’re under arrest for...” I lift my phone so the camera catches all of them. “Smile,” I say. “You’re live on every platform I own. Ten million viewers and climbing.” His smirk falters. I keep talking, with ice in my voice.

“Would you like to watch it?” Andrew looked at Victor and me. “Will you two come with me?” “Absolutely,” Victor replied. “Daisy and I will help you in any way we can.” “Please let us watch it now,” Andrew told the detective. “I’m ready.” “Come this way,” Detective Lopez said and led us to a small room with video monitors. We sat on hard plastic chairs while the detective cued up the video footage, and soon Pat Archer’s face was on the screen as her voice filled the room.

Coincidences usually weren't coincidences. A knock sounded at his office door. "Come in." A young detective entered carrying a brown envelope. "Sir." "What is it?" "We recovered security footage from the mortuary." Bethwel immediately sat upright. Now they were getting somewhere. "Show me." The detective opened a laptop. Several video clips appeared. Footage from different corridors. Different entrances. Different times. Then Bethwel saw her. Fiona Lawama. The officer frowned. He knew that face. A prominent business consultant.

She smirked. “Enter.” The door opened, and a man stepped inside. Tall. Broad. Her new pawn. Detective Marcus Hale. A dirty cop who owed her far too much money to refuse this deal. “You have what I asked for?” she purred, setting her wine glass down with a soft clink. Hale nodded, handing over a file with a smug grin. “Security footage. From the night Sofia was hospitalized after the twins were born. It… paints a complicated picture. The emotional breakdown. The sedatives. It can be twisted if presented correctly.”

His phone chimed in his pocket —his burner phone. “Detective Alexander D’Angelo,” a voice said clearly from the other end. “I heard you got hurt, why didn't you inform me of the raid last night?“

the subordinate responded to what the detective had said. "Hahahaha" the detective chuckled, wagging his head in pity, "Oh Watson, when will you learn? It's called see see TV. That's actually three words in fact" he said quite surprised by his own genius (purported). The subordinate had already realized by this time that there was no convincing him. Wagging his head too, the subordinate continued playing the video and it just so happened to be the part where I transformed. There was no denying it now. It was clearly me in the video and the transformation was caught clean on the CCTV camera. The video soon finished and the subordinate took the laptop away from my face. "So you were saying som