Steve Mcgarrett Novels & Stories

“I’m Officer Stewart from the LAPD, Crime Branch. We need a statement, Mr. Laurier.” The police officer in charge of the investigation sat down to record Maddox’s statement. It had been an hour since he had returned home from the hospital, and now he had to cope with the cops.

Some (those the department proclaimed as falsely accused) were being given protection. Hunter had no wish to go after them. His target was set and locked in. His finger was impatiently sitting on the trigger. He wasn't going to shift his focus on anyone else. Zara. That was the name that flared in his mind. "Hello, Mr. MacIntyre." Hunter was greeted by the Senior officer, Levi Macnair, as he entered his cabin. He settled down without replying and glanced over his shoulder at Reggie, who stemmed to a halt behind Hunter with a big bag. Crossing a leg over the other, Hunter nodded at Reggie. His loyal guard came forward and placed the bag on the desk.

His treatment of Sage had proved to her he had no regard for human life; that was one reason she had told Wright to not go to him. “I know who killed him,” she started. Helen’s attention was not on her anymore. She was looking beyond her. “Who is that?” She looked back. Steve was between two officers, his hands and shirt smeared with blood. “We found him hiding between cars. He’s a demon.” His hands were cuffed just like hers; all the cells and restraining devices were inscribed with spells to contain the other-races. Helen strode to him, shouting at him if he killed Detective Wright.

I watched Darren walk out the door as I stood near the back door and tried to understand everything I heard. Steve has been lying to me all this time, he was a worse drug dealer then Darren. Darren took the fall for him, that’s why he went to jail and the drugs in his car where actually his. I felt my head spin as I heard Steve walk towards me, I could tell he didn’t know I was there. When he finally noticed me his face dropped, he tried to play stupid,

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.”

I was pissed for so many reasons. “It would appear that way. Gregory Evans is involved in a lot of illegal activities. Jonathan mentioned a mob connection when he called me. He definitely has a lot of connections in many different areas. There is a mob aspect, although he is not affiliated with any specific group. This seems to have led to a lot of problems for him. He has screwed over more than one person before.” Steve took the papers back that he had handed to me. “Were you able to verify that there was a hit out on me?” I needed to know what was going on.

Mark growled, banging his hand on the desk in front of him. "I'm sorry boss, but you really need to see this." Steve insisted, lowering his gaze to the ground afraid of his boss anger. For a body guard, he easily gets afraid when it comes to his boss. "This better be worth it." Mark eyed him. Steve gulped handing over his phone to Mark. At first glance, Mark didn't understand why he had to watch a live stream and was about yelling at his body guard, but then.. he actually saw who was featured on the live steam and who she was with. Marcel!

I could deal with all the shit out there just not with anyone fucking with her. Steven Taylor is a dirty cop who's been playing both sides of the fence. He'd been feeding my guys Intel, which, he wasn't the only cop I owned I owned plenty, some in very high positions even up to the mayors' office and beyond. But it seems he'd also been selling information to the Staccos.

Steve and Miss Mylda exchanged incredulous looks, struggling to believe what they were seeing. "Who are you?" Steve demanded. "I'm Detective Carter," She said with a hint of a smirk, her gaze shifting among them. Detective Carter's blood ran colder as she realized someone was missing. A smirk tugged still at the corner of her lips. "Goddamn it! Where's McKinward?!" She barked at the officers. She shifted her focus to Miss Mylda, leaning in closer to her. "Where the hell did you hide her?" She whispered menacingly.

After Sean returns home, Harvey and Caroline are left in the office. Today they have no intention of dating because they are currently in the presence of a detective, Dalton. Yes, a professional detective Harvey hired to find out about Steve. Harvey was sure that something was wrong with Steve. “His name is Steve Hans and he is originally from the UK. He owns a fairly well-known law firm here. Those who know Steve admit that Steve is a kind and friendly person. There's no record of a crime, everything's clear, but there is one thing that is suspicious.” Dalton pulled out a file and it was the call history.