Best Crime Detective Books Novels & Stories

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

Casie felt the familiar weight of her service weapon at her hip—a grounding reminder that despite everything that had happened, she was still a cop with a job to do. "Mendoza always did have uncanny timing with case assignments," she admitted, pressing the button for the top floor. "I thought it was just good instincts." "Good instincts, or supernatural intelligence networks?" Nathaniel asked, his businessman's mind already working through the implications. "If the Council has been monitoring supernatural crimes through human law enforcement, how deep does this go?" Rick's newly awakened senses picked up on Casie's spike of anxiety before she consciously felt it herself. Through their bond,

Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm. I, on the other hand, believe they're overreacting. "Besides," Brenna said. "You don't have to pay him the damaged you did to his car." My eyebrow raised. "What?" "He knows we're close. He said he already had it repaired." - I let out a deep sigh as Officer Rankin finally stamps my paper 'CASE CLOSED' about the recent case I handled about bank robbery. "Congratulations," He handed the paper back. "Another case solved."

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

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

Something I never intended to use, it was part of the things Dawson hated, but he’d have to choose between this and that. I signaled him to sit back down on his chair, as I relaxed in mine. It was really hard controlling a man like Dawson, what he said just now; he was really damn serious about it. If Dawson resigned, there were high chances he’d keep searching for his sister’s murderers without the help of the police, he was a detective after all. And it’d be fatal, if the LAPD lost a detective like Dawson at this point. He was a very important asset. “There’s only one solution if you must investigate this murder yourself,”