Best Crime Detective Books Novels & Stories

My frustration mounted, fueling a growing sense of apprehension as the detective's next move remained uncertain. To my surprise, the detective reached into his bag and retrieved a book. My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered what significance this book held in relation to the ongoing investigation. As he held it up, my eyes fixated on the worn cover, its pages weathered by time and use. My mind raced, trying to recall any connection this book might have with Aurelia. "Beta Liu," the detective began, his tone measured, "do you recognize this book?" I squinted at the book, trying to discern any familiar details. "I'm afraid not, Detective," I responded honestly, a flicker of confusion passing

He bowed slightly and left. The inspector general heaved a sigh. He hated to see his officers so clueless. But something was strange; Bob had seemed unbothered. All his years in the bureau, Inspector Akhere has seen many smart and creative detectives but he has seen none like Bob Andrews. Smart, creative, fast, and alert, Bob had built a name for himself as the Detective of Detectives. He used the brains of other detectives and he gets positive results. At first, the inspector felt he was just another control freak, but after a close study of the man he finally understood him.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

Some of them just want to bring him into the woods and call the families of his victims. But as long as they don't have enough evidence to pin him, they can't do anything. And they only have twenty-four hours to find anything that can prove his guilt. Chris and Oliver know that they are in a race to find any evidence that can tie Theodore Burnett to those murdered women. "Burnett's lawyer is here." One of the police officers in the lobby announced. "Damn it!" Chris and Oliver exclaimed in unison. The worst part is, Theodore Burnett's lawyer is Burton Grove's most hated man. Bill Clint, the most expensive lawyer in town. And one of the most corrupt people Chris and Oliver has ever met. They b

He's white snowy hair gelled backwards,lips held in a tight purse and facial expression almost unreadable He's walking steps light but yet could make someone hold their breaths He's right hand assistant;Tikka dressed in a black leather jeans and black jacket held a pillow carrying a pistol. Immediately he stepped into the room, Lewis yanked the pistol and with astonishing accuracy shot a man on the head "Boss "Tikka muttered sliently. She's not surprised he killed without a second thought After all He's Lewis Flyheart;the most ruthless mafia in the whole country. He's the CEO of Flyheart empire but yet he's freaking dangerous. He's family background;unknown

I rose from my bed and went to my balcony to drench myself in the unforgiving rain hoping it would cool down the heat of my inner turmoil. The name is Daniel Forge, and you wouldn't believe how messed up my life was. From a distance, it looked like I was successful and had it all. I was the youngest and most successful detective in my city. I solved cases with almost zero clues like a real-life Sherlock Holmes with a supernatural upgrade. Being the best was supposed to make me feel better, right? How could the best live knowing full well that there was still one unsolved mystery? That mystery was my greatest tragedy. It was the first crime I witnessed, the reason I became a detective in the

Scanning the room, I spotted Dexter, barely noticeable in his black attire and face cap. I had wanted to meet at a bar, but Dexter insisted on a coffee shop…less prying eyes from other mafia lords. Mafia lords were mostly found in a bar, not a fucking barbie coffee shop. I sat down across from him, accepting the cup of coffee offered by a blonde waitress. “How secure is this place?” I asked, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Dexter grinned, his smile unnerving. “Half the people here aren’t regular customers. They’re armed to the teeth,” he said, sipping his coffee.

Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up. That was why she felt so passionately about her job which was making sure those sick bastards were eventually locked up behind bars and their victims set free or at least their families got some closure in the case of murder. The crime rate had recently reached an all time high and the office of the FBI was flooded with unsolved cases and deep dark mysteries. Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the

Ó Don really started to panic now, but Detective Sparks wasnÕt really interested in him, she was after bigger fish on this fishing expedition. He wasnÕt much of a criminal, just a sleazy lawyer using his name and occupation to worm his way into young unsuspecting womenÕs pants. Her assessment was proven right when he fell for her ploy about knowing his handwriting. He never stopped to ask how that couldÕve been just fell right into the trap sheÕd laid.

Nikolai stood by the cemetery, unbothered by the downpour. His back jacket suit clung to his shoulders, his jaw clenched. The pain he felt in his heart was raw, just like how it felt five years ago. Roman's report on the investigation had revealed that there was only a one per cent possibility that the lady in the bar was Rosa. The remaining ninety-nine was that she was dead, just yet to be proven. Roman stood a few paces behind, an umbrella in his hand, silently watching his boss break down. How he wished he could ease his pain.