Best Mystery Crime Books Novels & Stories

They told all of us to return to the station to give our statements. I did not hide anything. I told them everything I knew. All three of them were suspected of crimes and were detained. Since I was the one who had made the report, I was allowed to leave soon after giving my statement. One of the officers mentioned that the city had recently been cracking down hard on cases like Shane's–men who used their positions to coerce women. Someone like him would be dealt with severely. As for Chloe and Renee, they had gone from victims to accomplices. Their situation might be considered with some leniency, but jail time was probably unavoidable.

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

"Very good and unexpected, what made that novel get such an evaluation from you?" Before giving an explanation about this, Jessy first corrected her sitting position, drank her orange juice. "Because this novel is very full of mystery and unpredictable storyline,You will never suspect or be able to guess who committed the crime in this novel.All my guesses turned out to be wrong! But I like this novel even more." As far as David's knowledge, most women prefer the romantic, hot or humorous genre in a novel, but Jessy is different. This fact wasn't bad but it felt a little strange, the girl was back reading her book now.

“It is about an unknown kind of brain cancer. I just got a report from one of my friends that this kind of cancer has been the cause of many deaths in his vicinity, and we don’t know anything about it yet. I have never seen anything like it before when studied the sample of the affected brain cell that was sent to me. I need a trusted and hardworking individual like you to work with me on this project. Can you do that?” Miss Simpson asked and everything she said truly got me intrigued about the project. I had never heard of a case like that before. I needed unique cases like that to broaden my knowledge. “Yes, ma’am. I will love to help with the project. What do you need me to do, ma’am?” I

What puzzling me the most was the black car that could have killed her instantly. Jerome found the number bizarre at first look. He traced the plate number this morning, but we found out that it wasn’t even registered.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

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…

Casie felt the familiar weight of her service weapon at her hip—a grounding reminder that despite everything that had happened, she was still a cop with a job to do. "Mendoza always did have uncanny timing with case assignments," she admitted, pressing the button for the top floor. "I thought it was just good instincts." "Good instincts, or supernatural intelligence networks?" Nathaniel asked, his businessman's mind already working through the implications. "If the Council has been monitoring supernatural crimes through human law enforcement, how deep does this go?" Rick's newly awakened senses picked up on Casie's spike of anxiety before she consciously felt it herself. Through their bond,

I wake up the next morning with my head buzzing. I had been up most of the night trying to figure all of this out. None of it made sense. It's not fair, on the crime shows and on the mystery books all of the pieces fit together perfectly if you really think about it, why doesn't this? Stupid life, it's time to be more like a book.

Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up. That was why she felt so passionately about her job which was making sure those sick bastards were eventually locked up behind bars and their victims set free or at least their families got some closure in the case of murder. The crime rate had recently reached an all time high and the office of the FBI was flooded with unsolved cases and deep dark mysteries. Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the