Romans & histoires Hello Detective

He’s Jillian May, a detective. “I’m Brandon Niall, a detective as well. This time might not be the best approach considering the burial had just finished, but it’s way better to cooperate with us as soon as the incident is still fresh in your mind.” The other man said as he showed them his identification card as well.

a detective said over the phone. Christopher’s heartbeat stopped; another murder?!

Her fingers hesitated for a brief second before she answered, bracing herself for whatever came next. “Lena, it’s me,” came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was Damian Hill, a seasoned detective and one of her most trusted contacts within law enforcement. He was someone Lena had leaned on during the investigation, even though his official involvement was minimal. They shared a common goal, and Damian had always been quietly helping from the shadows. “We need to talk. I’ve got something big,” Damian continued, his voice steady but urgent. Lena straightened in her chair, her heart picking up pace. In a case as vast and complex as theirs, any movement from the inside was monu

A bright jolly guy— he now wears his mask. Harold stood in front of the police station. He looked at it for seconds before he came inside. Looking around, he saw detectives wearing exhausted look on their face. It is obvious that all have been working so hard, even without sleep. As he stood near the entrance, of of the detective noticed him. “Excuse me? What do you need?” Harold glanced at the detective’s I.D. He read [“Ned Bexley”] Based on his Intel, this man is working under the team leader of Major Crime Unit 1, Adler Blaine’ A.K.A, the reason why Harold visited the station.

Vega then quickly took her phone. Afterwards, she looked up Detective Jim's contacts and called him. Detective Jim is a detective that Vega usually asks for help from and pays to solve cases whenever she has one. Detective Jim is a well-known and famous private detective in the world. Afterwards, Vega called Detective Jim. "Good afternoon, Detective Jim!" greeted Vega. "Good afternoon, Vega! What's the matter?" asked Detective Jim. "I have a case, and I want you to look for evidence from the case." Vega replied.

I too was admitted but not a major injury or anything. And ever since then we know each other. I don’t know much about him; he’s one hell of a mysterious man. With brown eyes and perfectly trimmed subtle and the dangerous look on his face, he’s handsome but in a dangerous kind of way. I don’t know how to explain it, so I just let it go. He’s civil with us and that’s all I need. I don’t like digging into someone who’s clearly not interested to open their life story. “What’s the occasion, Detective?” He asked, pouring the drink to Ava who just stared at him in awe.

"It's all about Zelle," Zeppelin summoned the detective after the maid had left his office. When Detective Val arrived, he immediately inquired, "Master, I know I have no right to ask, but I must know what happened before to solve this case." Zeppelin just looked at him indifferently, “You don’t need to, you’re a detective, you’ll find the killer even if all of the maids die. Besides, nothing happened." He scoffed and added, "But I called you for another reason and this might help you with finding the killer.”

That’s for damn sure. The thin detective gives a curt nod and moves toward the body bags lying in a row. The air shifts — heavy, hot, and full of something like dread. He crouches beside one of them, the plastic crackling under his gloves as he peels it open. The smell hits first — char, oil, something that used to be human. My stomach rolls. He reaches in, tilts the charred head, brushes away soot, and pulls at what’s left of an ear. For a moment, everything slows — the crackle of the tape, the far-off hiss of radios, even the gulls seem to hush. Then the detective’s face changes. His eyes lift to us, catching Jackson’s first. No words, no gestures, just that look.

Because United we stand and divided we fall. Selene's return brought happiness back into our team, just as it was meant to be. “Guess I'm the odd one out?” The detective announced, twitching her lips. Selene pulled out of the hug, staring at the detective with a furrowed brow, “Have we met before?” I stepped forward, standing between the two of them. “Detective, this is Selene Blackwood, Luna of the pack,” I pointed to Selene, “And Selene meet Detective Dalton, a....,” I twitched my lips, searching for the perfect term to describe who she is.

He flared his nose. “Larry Forester. He's a good detective. He's secretly investigating. No eyes in him.” Jay looked frustrated, he widened his face showing his teeth. He grinned but his eyes couldn't lie. Detective Solando might have unravelled some secrets about this case. Jayden eyes spiraled. He's thinking of something. Does he have a plan in his mind?” He pounced on feet. “Sure.” He sighed. We strode to where our car was. Jay unlocked his driver's seat ready to start the car. A snow white paper etched with blood glued to his stirring.