Best Detective Novels & Stories

The detective felt odd by seeing Diane's super calm attitude, and her facial expression did not show that she was guilty in this case, he started to suspect something but maybe she was covering up something with that attitude, because every killer has its own character, isn't it? Actually, he was still anxious to find evidence that he did not find at all. he felt in the end but he still wanted to prove that Diane Lockhart was the murderer because he knew exactly and the cases he had ever faced, actually there was no case he had faced like this, usually he found evidence quickly and could even catch any evil killer quickly, why this case is like an endless hole, even though he dug to any exte

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.

One of the other men said. “I won’t tell,” Max said. “I do have the ability to forget how I got certain information.” “I like you.” The man said as he chuckled. “Use my id and print out all the case files for the detective.” “I didn’t tell you who I was,” Max said as he turned to the man who said to print the files. “You are also like an urban legend Detective.” The man said with a chuckle. “Hometown boy with a past turns out to be the best detective on the force.”

He smiled as soon as he received the payment, standing up to shake me. “Be rest assured that your son will be found. Leave the case to me now. I have ears on the street and even know what goes on in the air before the police. Hope you haven't gone to them yet?” I nodded in the affirmative, agreeing that I had gone to them initially. “That's too sad,” he said, grabbing the open door for balance. “The police are no good. Private investigator Lucas the great is the best, there's none better.” I went out of the room, disgusted and not even shaking his hand in farewell. He had looked as if he would throw up any second, and I certainly didn't want that to be on me.

“Thank you, Rebecca. She needed to hear something like this. We really are a perfect team! And look, we're going to need all our talents, since the target won't be easy to incriminate based on what I heard from the model, actress and ex-fiancée!”, recalls the detective. “Because he deals with rich and famous people... Have you ever thought that your client may have chosen Santiago because she knew he wouldn't be corrupted during the investigation...? "It will be...? I also wonder if it was because you knew me or because you didn't know me, because hiring someone is similar to dating where you choose someone because you know enough about them or because you don't know enough.”, he says.

The detective has had so much attention directed at him, it’s been next to impossible to get to him, but I’m sensing a shift in the air. His accomplishments are slowly becoming old news now. People are fixated on some new scandal in the financial sector—insider trading or some such involving a high-ranking government official. To be honest, it works in my favor. The sooner people forget about the detective and his heroic deeds, the sooner I can make him disappear… No one will be the wiser.

Diego says to Shawn with a smile on his face, “Yes I am, so you know not to keep an angry Wolf waiting,” My brow furrowed at my Beta's words; For real? However, before I could say a word, Diego laughed out loud, bringing our attention to the man in front of us, I chose Diego for the investigation because of his competencies, he owns and runs a secret detective agency. And No, he is not a shifter but a human, yet he knows about us. Last night I sent him the details of everything that happened at the party, and who we were skimming for.

"Are you Alexa? Saw you somewhere before. Do you know me?" The detective was a towering figure, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see through the surface of things, as if he had the ability to discern a person's deepest secrets with a single glance. His dark hair was meticulously groomed, and his suit was perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame. As he approached Alexa, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This man was no ordinary detective. His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with.

She had been shaken up by the experience so much that she was going to need a few weeks of therapy at least. “Ma’am, my name is Detective Bradley Burke and I’d like to ask you a few questions.” He stooped low in front of her. The normal line of questioning would drive them in circles. Each second they would waste would lead the killer further away from them. He would only ask the one question that reveals the mystery. “Did you see anything unusual when you were driving here?”