Detective Quentin Lance の小説・ストーリー

Hungry for glory and wanting to tie up loose ends, Velda bypassed her superiors and ordered the hit on the entire town herself. The evidence was all there, but Velda just wouldn't recant. Lance didn't step inside the blood-soaked room. He sat in the dim light, expressionless as he flipped through the latest blood-stained transcripts. A moment later, he casually tore the papers into tiny pieces, letting them flutter to the floor like a twisted version of snow. His voice was like ice. "Keep going. As long as she's still breathing, don't stop the 'treatment.'" Lucas, the lead interrogator, stood nearby, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. He owed Dr. Digby his life, which was the only reason h

“Tell Len, if he doesn’t bring that person back, he won't be able to return to the Quaid family forever!” Quentin flapped his sleeves in fury. The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded in response. “Yes, Old Master.” After that, he backed up and prepared to retreat. The intensity flowing from Quentin’s body was too scary, especially his battle-tested and murderous aura. It was absolutely daunting! “Wait a minute!” Quentin stood on top of the high hall with his hands behind his back. With his pair of ferocious eyes glaring, he coldly said, “Contact the Longford family of Riverdale.”

"What?" "Michael is not a thief." She spoke softly. "He was framed. Everything was arranged a d pay offs were made Clara. Owen and Donovan are not good men. Neither is Quentin because I understand why he was here yesterday. I now understand why Quentin was here yesterday. He knows what you're doing." Linc got a call that irritated him. He came back into Laurie's room with a lot of agitation in his eyes. "What did he want?" "He said he was in the neighborhood and he remembered I live here. I was friends with his mother."

Detective Lance waved full of smiles and then turned to Zayn who was still wondering who he was. "Come" He moved outside the building through the exit and Zayn followed after him till they came to halt. "Who are you?" He finally asked the detective who took off his shades upon hearing the question. "You don't need to know me, I'm the friend of your Alpha and she had me clean your sh¡t..." He placed his hand on Zayn's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "It was difficult getting you from this, what were you thinking that you beat the living crap out of Congresswoman Donna's husband? go and sin no more, lad"

Luke had left a lot of interesting stuff behind and was giving it his full attention. (...) - What do we have? Rick asked as soon as Will sat down in the chair across from his desk, hoping that the detective had found some clues. Will turned the computer to Rick. Both shared the leadership of the task force and carried the same mission: to put na end to the criminal organization that had been supplying drugs and weapons to bigger criminals. Na evil pyramid that detonated Will’s life. - I mapped out some e-mail addresses. Luke was good at hiding the tracks of those fuckers, which is why it has taken so long. But here it is, na address.

Lance, the best Agent at NBCI, a short form of the famous National Bureau of Crime Investigation strode across the lobby, receiving greetings from colleagues and admirers as he headed to his office, feeling a sense of pride. He was not only good at his work but also undeniably good at stealing the hearts of beautiful ladies; he was heartthrob of the entire NBCI as far as the women were concerned. He even managed to steal the heart of the Chief-Agent’s daughter, Katrina Boyaze; tall, slender, beautiful and light-skinned,obviously the most attractive woman at the Subdivision but not for Lance. Katrina was definitely not Lance’s type of woman because of her cheeky and pompous attitude, stemming

Lance blinked and looked at her with deep eyes, wanting to say something. Yvette patted his shoulder. “It won’t matter if you help me this time, right? Don’t worry, no one will know!” None of them would say anything. Lance’s words were swallowed back. What else could he say? “Ms. Quimbey, if you don’t mind, why would a man like me mind?” He sat there and smiled frankly. His eyelashes were lowered, which cast a faint shadow on his face. He looked silent and reticent.

"We still have a child together! If I go away, Theo won't have a father!" Janelle started to waver. She stepped in front of the police officers and said urgently, "You've really got the wrong person! "Lance is a brilliant business professional who just returned from abroad. How could he possibly do something that would ruin his own future?" The two officers holding Lance exchanged a glance. Then, the younger one said, "We've gathered plenty of evidence. Besides, there's no record of Mr. Huff traveling abroad in the past several years."

“It’s possible we have a leak. Someone on the inside—” “No,” Lance cuts him off sharply. “Not possible. Not in my circle. But…” His words fade, and his gaze returns to the stormy glass. “Someone knew. Someone who wanted him silenced or moved.” The silence that follows is suffocating. Even Brandon, who usually masks nerves with confidence, sits stiffly, files untouched. Finally, Lance speaks, his tone calm but deadly. “If we cannot catch him alive, we settle for the last option. Dig out Rhys Houston’s body. Conduct a full autopsy.”