Romans & histoires Hello Detective

But when I ask, “May I ask who you are and what you are here for?” He seems so nonchalant and shrugs before answering, “My name is detective Harrison, and I am here because a Robert Fedorov filed a missing persons report for his teenage daughter, Arabella Fedorov. He told me that he tracked her phone to this very place and then when he spoke with you, you acted suspicious.”

"You're here to observe me. I don't have time to teach you anything." "Why is that?" I heard an all too familiar voice say. Lorenzo and I looked towards the door and saw detectives Halstead and Upton walk in. "Detectives," I stood up. "What can I do for you?" "Well, you can start by introducing your friend to us," Halstead said. "Of course. Detective Halstead, Detective Upton, this is Lorenzo Velasco." Lorenzo nodded at the detectives while they narrowed their eyes at him. "Velasco. As in Emilio Velasco? The rumored mafia Don?" Detective Halstead asked.

I played the video. "Bonjour Detectives! Je' m'appele Morse! Haha! If it isnt the selfish infamous Leounet detectives. Let's see if you can be such a saint this time around. I'll give you a clue. Following the nostalgia of the game." He laughed maniacaly, "Raise a toast to us! You've been a good sport" He held a glass cup of what seemed to be wine and took a sip.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

A detective dressed in plain clothes emerges out of the home and walks toward the crowd, where reporters stand with microphones pointed at them. "Detective! Detective! What have you discovered inside? Is there any indication that Diego Myers is a drug dealer?" A journalist inquired. 'What,' I whispered to myself, surprised. The detective maintains his composure while not disclosing too much information. Her gaze moves to the home before he addresses the media. "At this moment, we are undertaking a comprehensive inquiry. As of yet, we have unearthed numerous items of interest, but it is too early to draw any conclusions." The detective answered.

the detective replied confidently, "Five minutes and I'll get everything I need." The doctor glanced at Damien who gave him a curt nod as a go ahead. The detective stepped closer to Diego and said softly, "Mr Bernadi, I am Detective Stanley from criminal affairs division. I just need to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you." "Miss Lana." Damien breathed painfully, "Miss Lana, where is she?" "That's what we'd like to know, Mr Bernadi," The detective answered. He held on to the bed rails and leaned in closer to Diego, "We know what she did to you but we'd like to hear the details from you as well,"

Third party POV “So, what do you have for us?” Hayden’s voice was low but firm as he addressed the secret detective who had been covertly working for them. The detective, keeping his demeanor casual, responded, “While I was away for Thanksgiving dinner with my family, I wasn’t able to pick up on anything out of the ordinary that might link Dillion’s death to someone directly. However, our team is diligently working on it. As soon as there’s an update, I’ll ensure you’re the first to know.”

He penned the name down in a notepad in his hands and I nodded in approval when he told me it was done. "We are just going to ask a few questions, Alpha Asher, and we will take note of whatever answers you have to give us, and whatever results your search provides, add the information together, and I am sure we can both come out with something good at the end of the day." The chief detective, Snow Hale, spoke. I nodded in agreement, stood still and tucked my hands into the side pockets of my black suit pants. "Go ahead, detective." He cleared his throat and glanced at his colleagues, before he started to speak.

Suddenly, the detective flashed a police badge in front of the receptionist, "I'm a detective working undercover for the police headquarters of the H city. We request your cooperation in this investigation." The receptionist glanced at the photo on the badge, matching it with the detective's face. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the two men, and finally provided them with the information. Harry and the detective immediately rushed to the 6th floor. Standing in front of room 6-12, Harry banged on the door repeatedly. After waiting for more than a minute with no response, he was about to forcefully kick the door in, but the detective stopped him. "Who the hell keeps knocking on my door?

A detective was seated just across from me, sending a piercing gaze my way. "So you killed someone?" He asked, and bit of skepticism in his tone. "I did!" "...and when did this happen?" He asked again, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Just a couple nights ago." I answered him, as my mind flashed back to that night for a moment. "Care to explain how it happened? Maybe tell me why you did it?" He pressed on. My eyes zeroed in on the ID card hanging from his left, breast pocket. I was able to read his name from there; Detective Jon. C. Grayson.