Ace Detectives Novels & Stories

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

This time, I'm looking for Stewart, Nica, or Maria. I almost jumped for joy when I saw Nica’s name at the length of the lists there. Wow, Nica is the best investigator while Ace is one of the secret agents. If you are wondering why Ace's cellphone has phone numbers, it is because it is his business phone where all the possible contacts that are needed or people who approach them to settle cases are hidden and compiled. Her phone rings but no one answers. I dialed again just in case it was just doing something. After a few rings I just decided not to bother them anymore because I might just be bothering them.

Who are they? The older man smiles politely. “Hello, my name is Detective Adams, and this is Detective Wilde.” He gestures to the bearded man beside him. “My officer tells me you’re Elizabeth Bell.” I nod. “We’ve been in charge of the investigation since you first disappeared,” he continues, watching me closely. “Can you please follow us?” I hesitate for only a second before standing and walking with them. I remind myself to move with confidence, to act as though I have nothing to hide.

Jasper was here on a crime search warrant, obviously on duty, in search of a criminal, probably disclosed by an insider or a tracking device. Wait. A criminal? I paused. I frowned. Then, it hit me. Ace Reynolds! Christ! “I-I need to go back.” I informed in a haste. But, none of them paid attention as I slipped away, both immersed in the arguments of whether or not Jasper should search the restaurant. I scrambled into the opposite direction, heading for the elevator with shaky legs. The Feds are here for Ace Reynolds. Oh my God. The moment I dashed into the room, almost stumbling on my heels, I walked up to Ace who was seated, devouring his meal.

Diego smiled sarcastically. “I’m not doing this for someone. I just want answers.” “Oh, really? Why did you open the case after having said Eliza died in the hands of robbers?! Doesn’t it sound strange?” Getting up from his seat and leaning forward, Edmund looked right into Ace’s eyes. Ace copied his posture. “What?” Ace continued.

It was Jessica. He parked and stepped out of the car, leaning against the hood as she approached. Jessica stopped, her face flushed from exercise, her hands folding over her chest in a defensive, arrogant posture. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice dripping with the classic Van Doren attitude. She didn't even look at his face, staring instead at the front door of her mansion as if waiting for him to move out of her way. Cliffer turned slowly. "Yes, ma'am, you can. I’m Detective Cliffer from the Central City Precinct. I’m here investigating the shocking death of Gracious Auckan, better known to some as 'Mama G'."

"The more they stay away from us, the better." A crease formed between my brows. Ace and Caleb had problems dealing with police and law? Why? "But we have to do something to stop Antonio. Because the way he's adamant to dig up our past, I'm afraid if he gets his hand on something…" "He won't!" Caleb was cut off by Ace's sharp voice. "People don't get anything out of ashes." Everything went silent for a moment, until Ace cleared his throat and spoke again, "Don't worry about him. I will handle him myself." His voice dripped with venom.

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?

I came back and looked at Nikolai and his face was the cold calculated version that came out when something had moved directly into the territory of violence and needing to do something about it. "I am going to kill them," he said. "Castro. Corrado Moretti. Everyone who was involved in this decision." "Yes," I said. "But not today. Not yet. We need to handle Ace first." We found Ace in his room and he already knew because he had been getting messages and alerts and he had been reading them and his face was very still and very controlled when we came through the door. "I saw them," he said. His voice was very steady. "Multiple people have sent me screenshots. The photos are everywhere in the

I cannot help the tears that stream down my face. I put on a brave face and eat breakfast as Ace breaks down the plan to get us out, and I dread everything. They load our bags into crates along with cardboard boxes while creating decoy boxes for the other trucks. Ace keeps barking orders at people from the organization whom I have never met before. I am shocked that he has people up on this floor. It's chaos; I cannot make sense of the whole thing. Finally, he will open a box that got brought up and yell, "Take this shit back down! They gave us the wrong thing!" Then, pulling out his phone and dialing aggressively before yelling at someone on the other line. "You have better send me some opt