90s Detective Novels & Stories

He smirked sinisterly and grabbed one of the chairs in the room then slumped down across her. “Hey, Miss Mia Campbell… if that is your real name," he muttered and Mia scoffed. "Were you with my parents when I was named?” Mia snapped, getting impatient. He chuckled and shook his head, opening a page in the jotter. “So… how long have you been working undercover?" He asked and Mia scoffed. "What do you mean by that?" Mia asked. The man chuckled darkly and adjusted his spectacles before looking at her again. “You don't have to keep acting clueless, Mia, everyone knows that the unknown Mafia queen is you,” the man said.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

How did all of this get so out of control? Two detectives came in. One was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. The other was probably in his early thirties. He could tell immediately that the older one would be playing the role of bad cop. He had a scowl on his face that was only partially hidden behind his bushy mustache. They both sat down across from Rome, and the old man shuffled a stack of papers loudly before he cleared his throat and said. “Mr. Verona, I’m Det. Michael Bassett. This is Det. Terry Short. We’re, uh, sorry about your friend. You were good friends with Mark Hutio. Is that right?”

" Of course, that simulations were several thousand years old. Since we don't really have weapons anymore. Or terrorist. Or smugglers. Or invader. . . Or" Suddenly Jacquard was not feeling very hopeful about the detective's ability to solve the crime. If he had not known better, he would have thought this was a joke. " But you do feel confident you can solve this crime?" The General smiled broadly. " Unit Nine always gets their man," he said. His self-possession seemed to be coming back now.