Best Maigret Novels & Stories

Another voice pierced the silence among the three. Simultaneously, they turned toward the source, each reacting differently to the presence of the newcomer: Leonard diverted his gaze to mask his displeasure. Chateau froze, recalled Giraud's voice when he talked about her execution—back then, in Leonard's room. She slightly stepped back, and Leonard just noticed it so he walked forward to kept Chateau behind his back “Giraud!” Meanwhile Tethia exclaimed in happiness. Only then did Chateau recognize him as Giraud Maxence, a 37-year-old man infamous for his harem of women at Rosemount Estate. Among them were Madison, Amber, and Tethia—just three of the seven women under his sway.

Unbeknownst to her, Evan approached the bed, his gaze fixed upon Aubrey's peaceful countenance. Morning* Aubrey found herself toiling away in the kitchen, despite the presence of household staff. One of the young maids, unfamiliar with everyone's preferences, sought Aubrey's assistance. Amidst her tasks, Aubrey's phone buzzed, revealing a message from John, Mr. Evan Cooper's driver. It conveyed Evan's desire to accompany her somewhere. Aubrey swiftly prepared herself, donning her finest dress, even though it paled in comparison to the lavish garments surrounding her.

he said, “every job clean, every trace erased, every system left with just enough confusion to look like a glitch instead of a breach, you stayed invisible long enough to believe you were untouchable” “We still have enough records to turn you in; cybercrimes, fraud, breaking into high security systems instead you've never been caught. You're like the best criminal hacker we've ever seen.” “The Museum from which you tried to steal belongs to one of the most powerful men in this city, Matteo Romano.” “You’re not in our custody, but in his now. He said, as he stood up leaving. Two men walked in grabbing my arm, leading me towards the door.

"You're right, I'll have a cup of coffee and go over there later to see if he needs anything..." I did exactly what I said I was going to do, but it took me an hour or so. Taking ant bites out of my bread so that the coffee would never end, and I wouldn't have to participate in yet another drama of a stolen drug shipment or the death of someone who broke some rule. Mirella came in excited, full of bags, and with a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. "Where did you go?" I asked good-naturedly

She continued. Maya froze, her heart began to pound, and she held the phone nervously. “Scar?” she muttered. “How did they…” she muttered. “I heard the officer noticed the mud on their vehicle…” Maggie replied. “Mud?, I thought you said they were pros? How would they get caught by swamp mud? Damn it, they said it was clean with no errors.” She whispered into the phone. “I know.. I know..” Maggie responded, her voice shaking. “The mission was clean, Maya,” she said.

When they turned around and saw that it was Maggie, the housekeeper, they all bowed their heads respectfully and did not even dare to say another word before they hurried back to their respective workstation. The housekeeper pushed the frame lying on her nasal bridge to adjust her glasses and walked behind Maisie. “Miss, you’re here. Mr. Henry is looking for you.” Maisie turned to look at her. Maggie was in her 40s and the housekeeper of the Hanns Palace. She was dressed meticulously and adequately. Seeing that Maggie was still waiting, Maisie slowly got up and walked up to her. Her beautiful eyes still looked dimmed and lifeless. “Bring me there.”

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

He muttered a few words to the guard who nodded and allowed us entry. I stepped out from the car and did my button on my suit jacket. The evening sun dimmed as it cast a shadow over everything. I knocked on the front door and waited. Seconds later, the wooden door was cracked opened and a maid stood staring wide eyed. I glanced down at the short lady. "I'm looking for Alessia." I spoke clearly. The lady looked increasingly uncomfortable as her eyes darted anywhere but on me. "She's not home." She muttered, her Italian accent was heavy.

I laughed relentlessly at his pale, terrified expression, teasing him the entire way down. When the afternoon began to fade, Creed drove us to a high-end Italian restaurant for an early dinner. The second we walked through the glass doors, the atmosphere shifted. Nervous eyes darted toward us, and patrons subtly moved out of our path. Even though the dining room was packed, the maître d' rushed over to accommodate us instantly. "Good evening, sir," the man greeted, practically trembling. "A table for two," Creed ordered.

I picked up some magazines that were on the coffee table and stared at them, looking at the latest fashions, missing my old, comfortable life as a millionaire. I looked again at the clock on the wall and was startled to see that it was already fourteen o'clock at that moment, I'd been there for four hours and the meeting still hadn't finished? I got up, stretched my body, and went over to Clara's desk, I didn't want to be intransigent, the girl had guaranteed me a job, but I needed to know if it was going to take any longer.