Saw 4 Detective Hoffman Novels & Stories

The hateful glare extinguished the confidence the officer had worked so hard to gather. The door opened and a detective in his thirties walked inside. The officers inside the room seemed to know the man and offered him a seat. He declined and stood in front of Hugo, sizing him up. Hugo’s stare didn't seem to hurt the detective as much. He had a contemptuous smirk on his lips that challenged Hugo. “Detective Wade Johnson and you are?” The detective tried his hand at small talk with his arms crossed at his chest.

Everyone leaned in anticipation. “He was a werewolf.” “You’re telling me a what killed the man?” my supervisor asked, frowning like I’d just spoken in alien language. “A werewolf,” I repeated. At first everyone was quiet. There was total silence in the room. Then, snorts and laughter came in after. “Seriously?” one officer muttered. “You drunk again, Vale?” My boss leaned forward. “Detective Vale... have you been taking illegal drugs?” “I know how it sounds. But I saw it. Teeth. Claws. Regeneration. The man wasn’t human.”

the first officer inquired, holding up his ID. I quickly scanned the ID to confirm its authenticity before replying, "Caspian Ragnar, how may I help you?" "I'm Detective Specter. This is Detective Jones. We received reports suggesting your possible involvement in the recent disappearance of Miss Wilson. We'd like to investigate and hear your account." "Certainly. Please, come in," I said, stepping aside to widen the doorway in invitation.

“We’ve already spoken with Ms. Hoffman, on more than one occasion. The dark-complected young man in question she saw only from behind with a group of four or five other youths, and they entered the park at approximately 7 p.m., more than five and a half hours before your daughter was abducted.” Mr. Barrett slammed his palms down on the top of Hammett’s desk, causing his penholder to topple over, spilling out a variety of writing utensils. He then stood and began to pace around the office, his body shaking with frenetic energy. “Why won’t you take us seriously? I’m telling you, I know in my gut that damn Bukhari kid is responsible.”

Hunter shifts uncomfortable while Father shoots him a deadly look. “Miss Davi, please accept my deepest condolences to your family. Please know that the police department is always willing to ensure that justice is served,” Detective Solomon whispers close to my ear. I don’t bother turning to look at him, nor do I respond. Solomon is the best detective in Asherway but he knows how futile his presence is here. That does not stop him from showing up at every mafia funeral though. This is despite no one ever talking to him. He even wears all black like us, you would swear that he was also mafia.

the other one finished the sentence acknowledging . " We would like to ask you few questions if that's okay" The detective asked me "I'll be checking on Cole" Mr Hoffman replied " We won't be taking much of your time" The detective assured but it was evident that he wouldn’t let me go without answers so I nodded in agreement , and we took a seat in the waiting area. *** "The eye witness who reported you said she found you both unconscious outside the building that you live in. Could you tell us more about what happened that night?"

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

“You can’t be spouting nonsense like this as you please, Young Master Miles. “None of what you said can be presented as actual evidence, y’know! “I also suspect that you prepared all this to frame us! “You need better evidence than that to prove yourself! “Deduction alone isn’t going to make you a detective!” “You want better evidence, right? “I have it right here! A calm voice was heard. “I have proof that you were the one who crippled my uncle…” Harvey frowned. Rohan Hoffman was the one who showed up. What a coincidence!

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

I glanced towards my stepmother, and I could swear that I saw a smirk, but it vanished quickly and was replaced with a worried frown. Then, the detective, whose name was Harris, marched towards us, his badge flashing under the chandelier’s glow. “What’s happening, Detective?” Ethan’s voice cracked, barely holding together. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, as if he couldn’t get enough air. From where I stood, I swore I could hear the frantic beat of his heart. Harris didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, pulling out a small, bloodied cufflink and holding it up for all to see.