Steve Mcgarrett Novels & Stories

His emotions were raw, he was tense and alert, so when they announced that the Assistant Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police was there to see them, he was the first to go and greet him. The commissioner wasn't alone. With him came a tall, broad man who looked more like a lumberjack than a cop. He was clearly Irish, and despite his rugged look, he had the sharp air of a clever man. "My name is Patrick McAllan, Mr. Hamilton. I'm the inspector in charge of the Interpol team investigating the Daniel Craig case," the man introduced himself, and both Allie and Scott invited him to sit. "We specialize in complicated cases, and this one certainly qualifies—so we need your full cooperation."

Detective Peter sat across Steve with a worried expression. He was excellent at his job and strongly believed the Steve and Aziza required police escort but the department had turned down his request stating lack of evidence of the couple being in danger. He also had other concerns about his department, personnel were being reshuffled to different departments, stations and towns while evidence on arrested suspects went missing and department computers wiped out of all the evidence.

The voice said before the line went dead. Steven sat up in bed and dialed James’ number. “Any info yet?” “Wow, City Boy. Good evening to you, too.” “Anyway?...” “Yes, I have his name. Agent Smith, also known as Dave Zilker, has been around for a long time but has managed to keep his affairs hush. The cops have never been able to pin anything on him despite watching closely. This may be partly because he never stays in one place for too long. However, my sources confirm he is in New York now.”

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.

Damn not only were they cowards and traitors but they were as dumb as can be as well. Marks pov The question surprised me and the guard looked confused, why would she ask him that and why would she hesitate in taking out the alpha? Hell why the hell did this guard think she could even take out an alpha male, I was just as confused as the guard at this point, because it was obvious that she has been here awhile and from the state she was in yesterday she was most certainly beaten. So why did she not kill him, the guard obviously thought that she was strong enough to do so, but just her beaten up state of yesterday and this morning told me otherwise. You could see her waiting patiently for him

“Something about Kim twists me up inside. I was supposed to leave in two days—- I want to extend my stay just to get to know him. Diego makes his way to the guy's best friend. “Diego's straight, only into women. But he has a way of charming gay men into traps— for me. And judging by the look on his friend's face, the trap is working. Diego hands him his phone. The guy—-- dark brown skin—-blushes as the screen lights up his face. “I smirk slightly and take a sip of my whiskey. I try to focus on other men but that beautiful stranger keeps flashing in my mind. His hair is cropped in short c-cut, showing off his perfect head and flawless face. “His fine” Diego returns, adjusting his blazer. “The

The door finally opened, breaking the oppressive silence. The next person that came in was who I guessed to be the police chief, some sort of a leader, he was a tall man probably in his mid-forties, with a commanding presence. He had a clean-shaven face, sharp eyes that seemed to miss nothing. and his movements were precise as he took his seat across from me. “Good evening, eh…Joan” he said, his tone formal and plain “I’m Chief McAllister. I understand you’ve had quite a night. Let’s get right into it, shall we?”

“Sure, no problem, Sheriff James. I'll go over there and get a bite to eat. Then when she is off, I'll have her come with me." “Sounds good.” Steven finishes his paperwork, and then he heads over to the bar. Hector’s mother is at the bar, working, when Steven comes in. “Hello Steve, what can I get you?” Peggy asks. “Hello, Peggy. For now just a burger and water. Still on duty. When you have a minute, I need a word with you.” “Coming right up. I get off at 6 if I don’t have a few while you’re here.”

But that became the least of her concerns because, the next second, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching grew louder, and their gazes quickly snapped to the side open door. Both Irene and her mother's eyes widened in unison as they saw Steve standing in the doorway. It was as though he was frozen in time, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, his mouth agape in horror. The color had drained from his face, leaving him looking like a ghost. He seemed to be struggling to process what he was seeing, his eyes darting back and forth between Jeremy's body,Margaret's distraught expression, and Irene's traumatized face. Steve's gaze finally came to rest on Margaret, his eyes narrowing as he saw

That non-chalant attitude was still there. “I'm so sorry, boss.” He apologized, nearly falling to his knees. “The mistake was from the nature of my previous job. Don't take it out on me please, I'll be checking and alert from now henceforth.” Matteo sneered, returning back to his seat. “My source of report traces back to Harvey, our new prey although he's not the one who went to report.” Matteo relayed to him. “We'd warned him not to say anything to anyone, now we are hearing reports about one Steve, a cop he talked about my wife to.”