Arthur Hailey's Detective Series Novels & Stories

“Fine. Keep your little secret. But just know that I’m really good at figuring things out.” Arthur grinned. “Oh, I know. But this time? You won’t.” Bethany huffed but leaned back in her seat, her fingers still twitching with anticipation. No matter where they were going, she knew one thing for sure, she couldn’t wait to get away with him. * While at the Police Station, in a much less cheerful setting and rather stressful one, Detective Halloway was gasping for breath as he reached the doorway of Marsh’s office. His shirt clung to him slightly, and his forehead glistened with sweat.

The faint scent of antiseptic filled the room brought back memories of her being in the hospital. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to get the thought away from her head. Everything just reminds her of the future. “I can’t believe this,” Hailey whispered with a trembling voice. “It should’ve been me. I’m so sorry…really, I should’ve been more careful.” The lady gave a soft chuckle despite her discomfort. “Accidents happen, Hailey. Don’t beat yourself up.” “You know my name?”Hailey asked in surprise. “Who won't know the famous crime investigator, bringing out all the juicy reports?” she said with a smile.

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.

Calix was out in the city, shaking down his own contacts to see who had leaked the location of the safe house. Every time I looked at the security monitors, I saw Hailey. She was in the garden, then she was in the library, then she was pacing the halls. She moved with a strange, predatory grace, her head tilted as if she were catching scents on the wind. She didn't look like a victim anymore. She looked like a hunter. Night fell over Paris, turning the windows into black mirrors. I was standing by the window, watching the rain start to streak against the glass, when my phone rang.

“That was the day before yesterday, you have been unconscious since then and a day has passed. Today is Monday.” Chester mouthed an “oh” and turned to look at the TV, the headline caught his attention with its big red letters, it said; New York Senior Police Detective Under Arrest For Serial Murders. “The New York senior police detective, Detective Aiden Shaw has been arrested for the murders of seven young girls over the years. Detective Aiden Shaw had been the detective in charge of solving the murder cases along side his partner, Detective Tia Sparrow. Following evidences presented by his partner, Tia Sparrow, which had him confessing to committing the crimes, Aiden Shaw was arrested yest

“Mrs. Stewart, where are you going with all that stuff?” A voice suddenly asked. Hailey turned her head. It was the same assistant who had startled her while she was playing with her phone in the hallway the other day. It seemed like she was running into him often these days. Now Hailey could clearly remember his name, which was Wilson Hearst. Hailey internally frowned. She didn’t like the long hotel hallways, and she wasn’t a fan of someone appearing suddenly behind her and speaking to her like that. She forced a smile and raised the laptop in her hands.

I hold the bridge of my nose because of what Atty said. Hailey is missing. How? Where is she? "One more thing why I came here is to warn you, Mr. Lewis," he said then adjusted his glass. "Warn me?" "Yes, if someone will file a case against you who's responsible for Hailey's case, you will be charged and put in jail." "What? Are you fucking kidding me, Is this a fucking joke?" "No." "Then, why me?" "Because you were the only one who had a reason to do that?"

Instead, he looked directly at the camera with an expression so cold and calculating that it sent an uncomfortable chill through me. Arthur's face lost what little color remained. "I know him," he whispered. The confession immediately drew everyone's attention. Detective Morris straightened, clearly sensing the importance of Arthur's reaction, while Aliya looked up from the photograph without saying a word. Arthur stared at the image for several long seconds before rubbing a weary hand across his face. "His name is Victor Hale," he finally said. "Margaret always described him as an investor, but that was never the truth." His voice became quieter with every sentence. "Victor financed operati

The interrogations at the end of the day created a disjointed image: children, who were drowning in secrets, Aria, who was a hard steel, Elias a soldier who had his suspicions about everyone, and Agatha who was too rehearsed, too polished in her grief. Detective Hale closed his folder. He had no confession. No proof. Just shadows in every corner. But he knew one thing for certain: the truth was inside that family, poisoning them from within. And sooner or later, it would spill out.