Best Detective/mystery Series Novels & Stories

The TV in the corner was muted, set to a local news channel like it was part of his routine—know the narrative, control the narrative, never be surprised by the narrative. The banner at the bottom of the screen read: BREAKING: NEW DETAILS IN MERCER LAND HOMICIDE I picked up the remote and unmuted it. A female anchor with perfect hair stared into the camera like she’d been born to say the word “allegedly” in a way that still sounded like “guilty.”

"Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good." I couldn't stop the shiver that bolts down my spine. All the detectives who solved this case ended up dead? And without doubt, by the killers of the boy?! My brain went through an instant override, and then it dawned on me. Whoever might have killed this boy sure has mad connections. My pulse runs at an accelerating speed. I sip from my coffee. Then, maintaining calmness, I speak. "I've never failed a case in my life." And that's a fact. "We have a deal?"

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!]

"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.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles.. Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many. This book will be published is series. Each season a book of it's own. Character mining

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

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

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.