Hello Detective Novelas e Histórias

I imagined Rachel was at the stage of experiencing just that. The tiny feeling inside of me kept growing, morphing into something that began to make sense—worry. But what was I worried about, exactly? “Please, sit down,” a detective said, motioning to a chair across from where I was standing. I noticed the ID card on the table: Detective Hugh Talker. He was the one who had called me. “Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you too. Let’s get to business,” I replied curtly, ignoring the handshake. After all, who in Las Vegas doesn’t know who I am?

“Tch! he's sleeping again. Hey wake up! hey, Eros, wake up.” At first, i thought he was just a like fool-lazy police man. However, i didn't think he was as good as the detective i met. “Then do you have any idea who the suspect is?” I asked him when there was a commotion in Sir. Rohan's house. I thought he had nothing to answer me and that's all he was but... “There is.” His answer. And i suddenly realized that he's something and a very genius detective. *** “Hey, you, how do you make sure he's the one who did that?”

He sighed getting up from the couch. “I'll be back." He said before leaving the house. Harry chuckled, touching his wound. It still hurts a little but at least it's better than when it was still fresh. He can manage to go for the launch as this new brand would be the eagle of his company. **** Nicole opened the door the moment she ended the call. The detective guy stood there, wearing a black coat, black hat and black shade glasses. “Tell me you have good news." Nicole said entering into the living room. The detective closed the door behind him before walking in as well.

Lunatte didn’t know what it was. “Detective is still trying to find evidence that Mommy is innocent. Everything has been going smoothly so far.” Adeline nodded her head. “That detective. What’s his name? Is he great? Mommy, are you sure he helped Mommy solve the case?” asked Adeline again. Lunatte chuckled. “He is more than great, Adeline. You need not doubt him.” “Is it true? What’s his name?” asked Adeline again, because the core question had not been answered.

And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity. Jess noticed another detective trailing behind the woman, a man she guessed to be in his fifties. There was something familiar about him, a figure she had seen before but never interacted with. He was the head detective, renowned for his remarkable investigative skills. Though Jess knew little of the man, one thing was clear—she needed to keep her distance. Still, her curiosity held her gaze on them, unwilling to let go of the scene unfolding before her.

Hazel's POV "Penelope Chambers," Detective Reyes said, and the name landed exactly the way I expected it to, and somehow still knocked the air out of me. "The payment came through a shell account, but it traces back to her within two transfers. We're getting a warrant by morning."

Romero froze. The detective sighed quietly and leaned back. “You don’t have to protect rich people forever, Alejandro.” Romero’s eyes lifted sharply. And suddenly Cole became more certain than ever. Someone powerful was behind this. — Outside the station— Jace entered his Ferrari quickly. The moment the door shut, his calm expression disappeared completely. “Shit.” He hit the steering wheel once hard. The name kept replaying inside his head. Zena Hayes. How the hell did the detective know that name?

Yubi. The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me. The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look. Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest. “Ms. Yubi,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”