Saw 4 Detective Hoffman Novels & Stories

Until, I saw the badges and guns at their hips. "Natalia, these detectives wish to speak with you. They wouldn't tell me what it was about." He looked at them as if accusing them of something. I slid off the stool because sitting down while they were standing seemed like I was admitting to something and they hadn't even asked any questions yet. "How do you do? I'm Natalia Jacobs. What is this about?" I inquired politely, my southern twang more obvious than usual. "I'm Dective Benson, this is Dective Shaw. We are with the County Sheriff's Department. May we sit down?" The male officer asked as he pointed toward the direction of the living room.

Of all the crimes in the universe, murder! “I’m detective Schuffer and that’s my partner, detective White.” The gid looking detective said to them. They were in the questioning room, the type used in movies, it was a first time experience for her. Detective Schuffer sat in front of she and Koty, a table between them. Detective White, the Principal’s secretary and the V.P all stood watching. “Your principal died on Friday” detective Schuffer started and she gulped, “The both of you were the last people recorded to have seen him that day.”

No women got in between him and work, and it didn’t look like anyone would be anytime soon. He often smiled at the thought of himself finding a lovely old woman to love one day when he’s retired and probably in an old age home. That’s if he even makes it that far in life. “She might be the one.” She called as Caleb headed back to his office. He shook his head and chuckled at Kelly’s statement. “Kepler, I got a lead.” Caleb rejoiced. “What, how?” Samuel asked. “Guys name is Ryan Hoffman; he was at the crime scene and seemed to know Taro quite well.”

quickly I scaned over the many pictures scattered around the top of his desk looking for anything that could help him see what he wanted and needed, spotting a somewhat blurred picture on his desk I tip over the small cup of coffee on his desk blocking the spill from running across a picture that had been taken from my phones camera most likely as it had fallen. The picture was small but it had just enoughdetail to it, off to one corner was me laying on the bathroom floor hands raised with Chris standing over me gun in hand. It was a small enough detail that i dont think the Detective had seen yet or maybe failed to see it umong all the other pictures. “Fuck. Quinn bring me some paper towel

Detective Micheal removed his glasses and massaged the bridge Of his nose before sighing, “Please come with me. I think you need to see this.” Zoe turned to follow when Detective Micheal turned and asked, “Is she attached to your hip? Let her go with someone else and get treated for those wounds.” “Tom,” Ethan called his assistant who stepped forward immediately, “Take her to the hospital.” Zoe didn't protest because, from the comment, she knew the Detective could say Something that would expose her act. From the Way he looked at her, it was as if he was suspecting her but wasn't just sure yet and she hated it.

We hung up and I waited on the detectives. The two detectives who showed up were the same two who informed Ruby and I about Derek. "It is nice to see you again Miss White. We heard you had some valuable information for us. This is Detective Wilcox, and I am detective Morris. We will be working on your case from now on." I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances.

Instead of being fazed, Damien met Bruce’s gaze with a cool, almost detached expression, his piercing blue eyes sizing up the man before him. “yeah! He’s an…um, old friend of mine…” Vivian quickly add with a smile on her face when Damien’s suspicious gaze landed directly on her now. “I see, well, Detective, you have my thanks for giving our dear… Vivian here a hand, but the last I checked this wasn’t a precinct, not unless you’re here to audition? I couldn’t tell with that can opener you’ve been flashing about might not be the right accessory, ” Damien said, referring to the detective badge that Bruce had shown him earlier. The detective felt as though he had been slapped with raw meat, his

The man waddles up to them confidently and flashes his badge. “Detective Maximo Diaz. Anti-Cybercrime Group. You Nathaniel Policarpio?” Nate nods hesitantly. “I received your tip about the Boogeyman. Is he in the building?” “Yes, sir!” Nate blurts out, fighting the urge to make a salute. The detective finally spares the other cops a glance. “Who are you supposed to be?” The ranking officer of the four stiffens and shouts: “Sir, backup, sir!” ****

Just then, a stern-faced middle-aged man in a dark blue suit walked out quickly from behind the tactical officers. Seeing who it was, Robert's eyes lit up like he'd spotted a lifeline. "Chief Hoffman! You came too? Quick, explain to your officers who I am! There's a crazy woman here pretending to be from the state ethics commission..." The man called Chief Hoffman was none other than the head of the city police department. But Chief Hoffman didn't even glance at Robert. He walked straight up to me and, in front of everyone, gave me a solemn salute. "Reporting to Chief Clara Ellis, head of the State Ethics Commission's Eighth Inspection Team. The city police department's arrest support unit i

HAYDEN The detective's office is small and dimly lit. I've been here a few times... for a friendly visit. Today, however, things are different. He looks up from his desk when I walk in, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the four men behind me. Sniffling, I close the door behind us. "Mr. Wolfe," he says, forcing a smile. "I wasn't expecting you. Especially not with... company." I don't smile back.