Steve Mcgarrett Novels & Stories

He reaches where we are standing soon. His face is familiar and I think I must have seen him before but I do not remember until he opens his mouth to speak. Then, recognition came. He's Steve's guy. He was there until the day Debby was first arrested. "Captain,“ he called with reverence in his tone. “We cross-checked. We could not find anything. There were no fingerprints left. Everything on that island was burned to ash. “Nothing at all? Not even a strand of hair?” Steve said, his hand moving to rest on his waist. I can see he's tired and I bet he'd be willing to pop two bullets into this guy's head once he catches him.

she said and walked out, Mr Montero was left standing there following her with his eyes until she disappeared, He then turned and saw that Steve had not moved an itch "Steven Dante, am sorry you lost the case" he said sarcastically "I might have lost the case Jeff Montero but this is just the beginning of your nightmares" Steve sternly replied with no fear "I would like to know what gives you the guts to try and mess with me though" Mr montero moved closer to Steve until they stood tall to tall "I never lose Steven and the sooner you realize that the better, don't play with fire, you wont like the way it will burn you next time" he warned

He never works in uniform because his eyes said it's uncomfortable, especially in catching criminals or at stake-out. "We were having a meeting with the chief." Sighing, I cling to his arms. "I'm sorry, Steve. You have to keep doing this." "Who is he?" he abruptly asked which made me confused. But eventually rolled my eyes seeing his teasing eyes darting into mine. "Don't start with me. He's a doctor in this hospital." "So you two knew each other?" I shrugged. "Sort of, we are working in the same field though." We entered his Honda Accord EX but even I was just setting my seatbelt. He bothered me again about Doctor Laverde.

Kristi turned in her seat, ready to ream someone out, and looked into the smiling face of Keith McCormick, a radio patrol cop from the local precinct. They'd handled a number of situations together. "I thought I'd introduce you to the latest addition to our fine precinct." She looked over his shoulder into the face of the cop she'd worked today's disaster with and thought, holy crap! He'd looked very professional in his uniform, earlier, with his visored cap shading much of his face as he'd done what was necessary in a disastrous situation. And he never lost his cool.

Alex stood, turning to a graying man with a crooked grin— Jamie Torres, his badge read. “I’m Alex, new transfer,” he said, offering a nod. “Jamie, detective,” the man replied, sinking into a chair. “You’re on the Romano case?” Alex nodded. “Yeah. Looking for an edge.” Jamie’s eyes softened. “Watch your back, son. Those bastards are dangerous. Been in this city for years, dodging every trap. Power buys them out, and they trample on anyone in their way.” Alex’s fist clenched. “I’ll prove they’re not above the law.”

He deliberately put the call on speaker. "Yes." There was no response for several seconds. Then the voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the line. "Good afternoon, Mr. Miller." His tone was calm, almost too relaxed for a situation like this. "Who is this?" "Hector Graham." The room instantly fell silent. Chris and Brandon exchanged glances, while Vincent stared in disbelief. Hector Graham was the Chief of Intelligence for the Carrington Bay Police Department. A man known for his fearsome yet brilliant reputation, who almost never contacted anyone without a very good reason.

she looks at me not saying any the waiter comes taking our drink order ,I order whiskey she orders cranberry juice. "I understand I might have come on harder on you Mr Parker the last thing I want is to ruin your marriage and my relationship with your daughter as you said it's never going to happen again" for some reason that doesn't sit right with me her not wanting me again ,her not touching me fuck what is wrong with me.

Steve nodded. “Understood.” “He’s extremely weak. Don’t pressure him.” “We won’t.” The doctor opened the door. Steve and Dan entered. Michael Harris lay beneath the hospital lights. His face was badly bruised. One eye was swollen almost shut. A bandage covered part of his head. An IV ran into his arm. A monitor beeped steadily beside him. His eyes opened when Steve approached. Steve pulled a chair closer. “Mr. Harris?” Michael looked toward him. “I’m Detective Carter.”

Pete was just about to climb into bed when his mobile rang, he checked the screen, unknown number, he frowned and accepted the call. “MacGregor.” “Mr. MacGregor, this is Richard Harding from the Anti Terror Squad. I’m just ringing to inform you that we know who has been watching your house. It’s not someone known to us but we are hoping to pick him up this morning, he not a resident of Edinburgh so we are trying to find a last known address for him. “Ok, thank you. What’s his name?”

In general, it was surprising how he ended up in the police, and even more so how he was put as a partner to John, because Steve could not stand the sight of blood, and their work is not the most pleasant: sometimes there is too much blood, not to mention severed limbs. Steve was dressed in a police uniform. Although he was John's partner, he preferred to wear not civilian clothes, like Black, but corresponding to the status of a defender of law and order. And after all, he absolutely couldn’t prove that it’s not about how you look, but about what you do for people. A man stubborn in some things.