Best Detective Mystery Books の小説・ストーリー

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

"What about hidden compartments? Secret panels? This is a pretty standard security setup for valuable items." Casie nodded, grateful for his practical approach. The detective in her latched onto the problem, using it to anchor her mind against the waves of heat threatening to sweep away her focus.

Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Especially because of his extreme handsome and attractive looks. Like come on, he has been No.1 Most Handsome man in the world for 10 years straight. Yet somehow he was always near the ugliest events, murders and scandals but nothing changes...he is never charged and never questioned. And now? His mark is found near a dead body that shouldn’t heal. I stood frozen in thoughts, with goosebumps coming on my skin. “What is it?” Marcus asked, returning with two coffee cups. I held up the evidence bag. “This case just got very, very interesting and political.”

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

Maybe because I would always see that handsome face and blue eyes, I still can't get enough of those and it sickens me everytime I think about it. On these two occasions where we met coincidentally in the same place, was sought of a sign of something. I wanted to impress him actually; by getting answers even before he thought about it, but he was always there before I did. Well, they didn’t call him a good detective for nothing, considering the fact that; the woman who was killed was his little sister.

The man was detective Sawyer and the woman was Angela his assistant, then after the exchange of pleasantries, silence fell on them and it itched her to ask about the updates so she did like she wanted to do. “Well?” “As I told you earlier, we have the suspects with us but unfortunately one died due to the injuries he sustained and the other two are in custody with us with just some injuries” he explained to her and she closed her eyes then opened them again to look at them both. “Are you ready ma’am?” he asked “Yes,” she said boldly but could feel her limbs shake and couldn’t know why she felt like that “I want to meet them now” she answered and he turned to Angela then gave her a nod which

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.