Best Detective Novels & Stories

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

Rose had asked in surprise. "Sure I will. The police can't get involved yet because our investigation has not unearthed any foul play. But there is no harm in suggesting someone who can be of help in this situation." "Oh thank you Detective Rich! I really appreciate this," Rose had sagged in relief. "He is a former cop and the best private investigator I know. Eight times out of ten, he solves his cases." Detective Rich had said confidently. Eight times out of ten? Why could it not be ten times out of ten? What if Victor's case fell among the unsolved minority? But at least those odds were a lot better than that of the previous investigators.

he looks at me as if trying to decide whether he believes it or not. We talk about everything and nothing during breakfast. "This one is a loner," detective Roll says pointing at detectve Swindle. That's not his real name but everyone calls him that and when I started working with the detectives he told me his real name but I forgot it almost immediately. "He has been paired with four partners and manages to loose them within a day or two. The one that stuck for long was only for a week," detective Kelly adds before turning his attention back to his pancakes. "I just work better alone," chips in detective Swindle in an attempt to defend himself. "Bullshit, you've never really given any of th

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

Perfect. “You don’t look too concerned,” he says, trying to sound casual. I finally glance up, slow, deliberate. My gaze lands on him like a knife pressed against skin. He shifts, just a fraction, and that’s enough. I smile inwardly. He’s uncomfortable, and I like it. He drags a chair out and sits across from me. Calm. Calculated. “My name is Detective Burner. I’m in charge of investigating the death of Emma Dalton King.”

I let him in. Vincent Moreau. Private eye. The best of his kind , untrackable, and far too good at uncovering stuff people'd rather not have uncovered. We'd worked together years earlier on a corporate spying scandal. He hadn't changed much—going gray at the temples, leather jacket still looking as if it'd spent too many hours in the shadows. "Still playing both sides of the chessboard, I see," he growled as he sat down. "And better at it than anyone else," I told him, managing a ghost of a smile.

Shivansh asked hesitantly and Maya hummed as she thought, he waited patiently. "Let's choose someone about whom no one knows of, someone whose life is interesting and thrilling." She suggested, Shivansh's face relaxed and he nodded as a response. "Interesting. But who would we research on?" He asked and Maya rested her chin over the desk, staying silent for a moment while Shivansh looked at her. "How about the famous detective?" She said and Shivansh frowned. "Who?" He asked and a smile broke over Maya's face. "Zero, one of the world famous detectives." She prompted and Shivansh frowned deeply.

‘Help me escape from this situation,’ he added inwardly. “I’m free,” Adler said. “Tell me what happened.” Dwight was on his way to decline the offer but the police said, “Oh? You’re lucky, Sir. Detective Adler is one of the best detectives. I am sure he can help you catch the thief who stole your wallet.” And that’s the problem. If Adler is too quick-witted, Dwight’s identity as the WayHoRix informer might be exposesd. ‘At the top of that, he’s already investigating about the packs,’ Dwight worried.

We have to focus on what we have today against her and bring her to justice. Alex thought well we do need detective Jonathan Callanté. He's the most skilled detective I've ever known. And the best part of all of this he is discreet. We have to gather all the information that we have against Sarah and establish a meeting with John. He would definitely help even if he is an active agent. I am so sorry I had to keep you away from this. I mean about the fact that I didn't bring it with me to see Alex. I just felt from the very beginning that there was something else and Alex was ashamed to speak if you were there.