Steve Mcgarrett Novels & Stories

Steve roar in high pitch. Today, officer Jack invited Steve to his office, only to disappoint him. The entire police department couldn’t able to find out any single information about Sky neither in LA nor in any other city. Because of Steve Edwards’ pressure, they appointed several informers, but all they got is a disappointment. That's why they conclude she is not from their country, but from some show up from some foreign country. After listening to his analyzing excuses, Steve clenched his fist and suppress his urge to punch him hard because it will consider as violating the law.

Tony, his voice strained with worry, responded, "At this moment, does it truly matter if we're relatives? Please, we implore you to share how Steve is doing." Understanding the urgency of their concern, Dr. McCarthy cleared his throat before delivering the news. "Fortunately, the fracture in Steve's right leg was not as severe as initially feared. With proper care and rehabilitation, he should regain full mobility within a few months." A collective sigh of relief swept over Jeremy and Tony, their tense shoulders easing momentarily. However, Dr. McCarthy's next words dampened their spirits. "Regrettably, there are indications of possible brain damage. Further tests are needed to confirm, but

The police chief shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “We received a formal complaint—” “I don’t care about the complaint,” Steve interrupted. “This is a personal vendetta by the Winters. You’re holding an innocent woman.” The chief hesitated. Steve leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I suggest you release her. Now.” The chief swallowed hard, recognizing the weight of Steve’s influence. After a tense pause, he finally nodded. “Very well, Sir. We’ll process her release.” Within an hour, Serena was walking out of the station with Steve by her side.

"And regarding his threats about Master Silas’s death?" "Let him talk," a voice interrupted from the doorway. Steve walked in with a steady stride, now fully armored in a bespoke suit. "The more he talks, the more clues he gives us about who is backing him." I turned to Steve. "Backing him? You think he has an investor?" Steve walked over and stood behind my chair, resting his hands on my shoulders. His touch felt heavy. "A homeless man cannot afford a lawyer, Everly. Someone is feeding this starving dog so he can keep barking at us."

Always flashing me a gentle, breath-taking smile when we would pass one another on the street. I wanted to know her then, but was too afraid to drag her into my messy life. Being the spouse of a police officer, especially of my status, will always have her in my enemies crosshairs. "Chief, FBI is here", Steven interruptted my thoughts. "Perfect", I nodded, grateful for the distraction. I stood from my chair as a group of three people walked into my office. "Chief Knight, I'm SSA Loveless, this is SSA Croads, and SSA Briggs", an older gentleman with peppered hair introduced himself and collegues.

Ben said with a frown. "I AM the US Army!" Hargrave barked angrily. "No, no you're not." The three men turned to see a grey haired flat top approaching with a grim look on his face. "Sorry Ben, I couldn't stand to hear someone bad mouthing an organization I love." Jack said and Ben nodded. "Who the hell are you?" Hargrave growled. "Master Sergeant Jack McGovern, US Army, retired." Kendricks had a surprised expression on his face but he nodded to Jack which drew a scowl from his boss who turned to Ben.

“He refuses to speak. When emergency services arrived they found him under the dead man with a shot in the arm at close range and the owner of the house pointing him with a shotgun.” A white man in his fifties, bald and with a mustache, wearing a suit and overcoat, entered the house. He was Captain Steven Mulligan, Director of the Homicide Unit and boss of Mark and Doris. He looked around and then the corpse on the floor. “And, what do you tell me?” He asked, while Mark got up again, taking off his gloves. “Something tells me it wasn’t a robbery that went wrong,” said Mark. “I knew you would say that,” Doris chuckled.

"The FBI gave me these spiffy duds. If any law enforcement shows up asking for me, give me a ring first." "Nyilas...from Burnham? I read about that," Steve seemed bemused. "The day shift Assistant Manager is from Burnham too." How wonderful, I thought sarcastically. Steven sensed my waning interest. "Your keycards, Sir - Cáel and my sympathy for your loss." "Steve, never miss a chance to tell your loved ones how you feel," I took the cards. "That is my biggest regret with my Dad. I didn't think about it the last time we talked."

Anika’s P.O.V “D-delete that!” Steven struggled to get up from the floor as he stared at Gustav with his eyes as wide as saucers. “Delete that…now!” “Oh, this?” Gustav placed his phone inside his jacket pocket. “Nah! I don’t think I will. Unless, of course, you’re offering to suck my dick.” Steven gagged upon hearing that and back up further into a corner. But Gustav wasn’t done yet. He knelt in front of Steven with a menacing smile. “I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.”

I left because my work here was finished, and even though Quadrick didn’t give me much to work with, I think I knew this Steve he’d mentioned. Steve was a popular detective who worked with the territorial police before he called it quits. One would be surprised why he left such a promising career, as he was popularly known for unraveling the most mysterious of crimes and helping the police bring justice. He’d also come to the pack house on special occasions to receive special awards. But his downfall came when he let greed settle into his heart. He did a lot of good in his police days, but since the paychecks were too minimal for him, he started taking on more private clients. However, not a