Steve Mcgarrett Novels & Stories

“Detective Grayson is not feeling well, Gilroy. She’s been complaining about queasiness since we left the station this afternoon. I told her I wanted to have an output before the end of the day. Cut her some slack, will you? I gave you everything you needed. Do your fucking job and get down there with the crime scene team.” Steve Gilroy, a detective in his early thirties, looked at me with a wrinkled forehead, clearly infuriated by Paul’s statement. Sometimes, I’m glad that Paul could come off as an aggressive young officer; even older detectives like Gilroy avoid confrontations with him. “I expect your testimony tomorrow, detective Grayson,” Gilroy said with pursed lips, turned in the direc

Dalton knew Angel's face because Harvey had given him the report before Dalton agreed to take the case. Steve seems so obsessed with Angel. If this is the case, Dalton is increasingly convinced that Steve is a psychopath. After that, his eyes turned to look for the evidence that was stolen by Steve from the police. He looked in every corner, but there was nothing. Suddenly his body hit the board with many pictures of Angel pasted on it and the board wobbled. Wait, this board seems bidirectional. With a loud thud, Dalton turned the board over. And once again he was surprised.

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.

Low, cold, and vibrating with a kind of authority that made the hair on my arms stand up. I managed to turn my head just an inch. Steve was standing by the window, his back turned to me. He looked huge against the clinical white of the room, his shoulders tight, his phone pressed to his ear. "I don't care what he says," Steve hissed into the phone. His voice was a lethal whisper, the kind that promised blood. "Keep him there. If he tries to move, break his other leg. I’ll deal with the cleanup when I’m done here."

With a trade of nods, Alpha Duncan turned away and left. Maverick, who stood at the center of the clearing, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes vigilant as they followed the exchange between Steven and Alpha Duncan. His eyes narrowed in skepticism as he continued to watch the Alpha of the ruin pack, StoneClaw. ‘Why would there be an exchange between them when they have never met each other?’ Maverick questioned silently, his suspicion growing even greater. ‘There’s something amiss, and I intend to find it. Moreover, Steven looked too familiar, like I had seen him on not-so-favorable terms, but I couldn’t be certain.’ With a nod, he made up his mind to watch the new guy more closely.

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.

NEW YORK POLICE HEADQUARTERS (NYPD) Michael Emerson is a detective who leads the NYPD's homicide division. He had just been promoted after solving a cold case that had gone unsolved for 20 years. A premeditated murder that apparently involved a famous conglomerate This time, Mike gets a murder case that actually looks simple. A CEO was shot dead in his home, and the identity of the killer has been confirmed.

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 looked around the room, that’s it they don’t even say if they gave up or did they find him, I looked up at the nurse, “Does that mean they caught him?” She looked around the room, “I’d say odds are good since it hasn’t been very long, but don’t get your hopes up. I will find out for sure for you.” As she went to leave the room the police walked in, I recognized the one officer from when we made a statement last time Darren harassed me. He gave me a nod, and tapped Steve on the arm, “A moment please Steve before I talk to Kay.” Steve looked at me seriously as he got up and followed him out the door. They weren’t outside very long when they both came back in, Steve seemed a little more relax

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.”