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As he watched the Great Guardian leave, he finished his wine and said quietly, “Let's see who's laughing at the end of it all, my old friend.” Darren did not call his men. He let them have a decent rest. At the station, he drank a second cup of coffee and watched on the TV screen a detective talking to one of the arrested thieves. They were talking in Arabic and Darren was getting more and more annoyed that he didn’t understand anything. An hour later, Margaret finished the interview and came into the office to report what she had learned. “Well, I think our friend has told the whole truth,” said the detective, self-satisfied.

Detective O'Connell looked somewhat in his middle forties, his golden eyes matching his brown hair, his lack of a wedding ring normal for someone with his type of duties. He had probably been a fine man in his youth "Miss Paul", Detective O'Connell said as I sat up on the bed with the help of Sacha. I had been wondering when the police were going to show. "We won't take much of your time now". "This is Detective Conan with me", O'Connell introduced, pointing to the younger looking man behind him who nodded at me. "We'll just take your statement, ask a few questions and we'll be out of your hair".

And it might not mean anything, but the connection sounds weak, the other voice distant, like maybe it’s coming all the way from China, and I don’t need a translator to tell me that an ex-PLA hard case getting a call from China about a prominent Tibetan leader in New York is, well, not regarding a flower delivery. I click off the tape and pop it out without rewinding. I want to keep it right at that location for when I can get a translation. For now, I slip the cassette under my pillow. The kid is already approaching my bed to get his Walkman back. His family is still oblivious to our interaction, and before I can hand it over they’re distracted by two new arrivals: Detectives Chen and Groln

Everyone leaned in anticipation. “He was a werewolf.” “You’re telling me a what killed the man?” my supervisor asked, frowning like I’d just spoken in alien language. “A werewolf,” I repeated. At first everyone was quiet. There was total silence in the room. Then, snorts and laughter came in after. “Seriously?” one officer muttered. “You drunk again, Vale?” My boss leaned forward. “Detective Vale... have you been taking illegal drugs?” “I know how it sounds. But I saw it. Teeth. Claws. Regeneration. The man wasn’t human.”

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

Third persons POV, "Detective Conan," Damien called, and the detectives both turned to look at who the voice belongs to. "Damien, good to see you," Detective Conan said but then cringed at his words realizing he was her to identify a body and there’s nothing good about that. Damien stared at the detective with a dead look on his face without saying any word, but only gestured at the body in front of the detectives as if to say is that the body you want to check.

“Detective Dawson!!” Even though the woman was just inches away from me, it seemed as if she was whispering the words; then suddenly, her voice became audible. “We need to go, it’s gonna rain cats and dogs,” she called out, it was one of the officers at the Los Angeles Police department, I didn’t even know her name.

came a voice in English-inflected French. Anton adjusted his jacket, a futile attempt to retake command. He opened the door. Two plainclothes detectives stood there, their faces etched in professional impassivity. In the background, four uniforms lined the hallway. The senior detective, a man with a grey beard trimmed close to his chin and eyes the colour of a winter sky, raised a leather wallet that held his badge and a folded paper. "I am Inspector Deschamps. We have a warrant for Sabatine Stalker's arrest," he stated, his tone unfeeling and professional. His eyes flashed past Anton, landing on Sabe, who had risen from the couch.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns