90s Detective Novels & Stories

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

“Ninety days. But don’t think for a second that I’ll make it easy for you.” I raised my own eyebrow. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” And just like that, the die was cast. Ninety days, no escape and no easy way out.

The corner of my mouth twitched. Does this guy have detective syndrome? Just because you are a detective doesn't mean you should dress exactly like one from a 1900s movie. “Detective Morgan?” I asked in return, and he nodded. “Take a seat.”

He muttered and brought out his phone. “Have any of you been able to reach my partner, I have been calling him for a while now.” The detective asked the cops and they shook their heads in response, Damien’s eyes suddenly widen in shock and Audrey got the message. She suddenly started to cough as the detective was about to make a call, everyone turned to her and paid attention to her. Clyde chuckled at her act and Damien was also surprised. “Are you okay ma’am?” The detective asked and she kept coughing, Damien patted her back and asked if she needed water.

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

Some of their Agents are probably like Jester—who practically live here—so they must have thought this would be both convenient and comforting for them. I was halfway through my pancakes when I decided I wanted more tea. I got up from my seat and proceeded to the counter. Audrey was talking to a customer though, and I wouldn’t have paid attention if it weren’t for two things: the first was the nine-pointed star that was pinned to the man’s uniform which meant he was one of only nine Special Agents, just like Jester; and second, for a moment—I swear, I am not making this up—I was quite sure I couldn’t sense his presence. I couldn’t help but stare at him, and I wondered how that could be possi

“It’s not even used to the fullest. If I were the killer, I would even put this to the face of the victim for mockery’s sake.” Jack cringed and looked horrified at his boss. “That’s disturbing, boss.” but Jack knew very well how his boss’ mind works; that is why he was able to solve so many cases while he was on the force. That is why he was considered one of the greatest detectives to ever work at the force, and that is why he looked up to Azrick Norton Tevyat to the point of following him into becoming a Private Investgator. He could not help but smile.

It's past midnight, yet here I am, stuffing food into my mouth, my fork scraping against the ceramics with a still sound. I look down at the plate, taking a spoonful of pasta and putting it in my mouth. Just as I raise my head, I see a big figure standing a few feet away from me. I jump, nearly choking on my flood and dropping my fork. My breath catches in my throat. It is Jeremías. He stands there, his dark hair falling in messy, perfect strands just above his eyes. He is staring at me with a predatory look in his eyes. “Should I call security and tell them there's a food thief here or what?” he asks, voice smooth.