Best Mystery Series Books Novels & Stories

Connor confirmed my suspicion. And it dawned on me Ryan must have hurt Danre because he helped me! “But I don't think you should,” Xavier added. “Is everything fine, what's wrong with everyone glancing at each other?” Felicity was confused too. “If anyone is going to tell her it should be me.” Lisa gestured with her hands. “Why you?” Liam frowned. The suspense is killing me and I prayed that both of them wouldn't argue about who would spill the beans. “Because.” Lisa poked the berries on the plate. “We are best buddies.” She smirked at me.

I had to believe in the system. “More like an assassin for hire. Linked to one of the biggest crime families in the world. He is one dangerous man. I don’t even want to think of you in the same room as him. I've got no idea why he came over here to continue his little murder spree, but I wish he had stayed in America.” I did a double take. “American?” Annie gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you never do any digging Taylor. It's like you're not a girl at all. He’s from America. No one knows what business he has over here but I'm betting it's not anything good. Especially if someone ended up dead.”

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 just had to give you a little bit of a hard time about this. It seems like all the legends and the monsters are coming out of the woodwork since you took over as sheriff. It has been less than a week, and you've already had a call about one of our big friends, and now a sea monster in the river. So, what's next? Aliens, ghosts, flying monkeys? You have to admit this has been pretty weird.” Lindsay laughed and replied, “I’m not going to ask what will be next. I don’t want to know at this point. I’m going to blame it on the base. They must be doing some crazy experiments or something, and things are escaping.” Wren got a strange look on his face and asked, “Why would you think the base has

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

He leaned against the frame of the window and looked at all those people. Billionaires. Most of them in the government and upper class societies. Some of them were criminals, but many others weren’t . And maybe each one of them had their reasons for what they were doing. Mike had never thought this up to this point but before he could persuade himself that he wasn’t changing and no- he was never going to be on their side, he heard movement behind himself and acted on instinct. He grabbed the dark fugure and pressed the man to the wall, gun already pointed at the stranger’s head.

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

Somehow. He stepped closer. One hand sliding the book back into place. “Excuse me,” he said. “Do you have the second book in this series?” His voice. She dropped the pen in her hand. It clattered on the counter. She didn’t pick it up. Her heart began to race. Her fingers trembled. She swallowed. “What?” she asked, blinking. “Which series?” He held up the spine. It was some contemporary mystery, a generic enough title. She could barely focus.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

“That’s what have been thinking of the case, it could be a beast he created or something worse, that might end up killing every being in this city. And we need to stop it before it completely destroys us.” He was facing the wall, his hands crossed at his back. Staring at the hair at intervals. Could it be a sign or something. What or who was held in here? That he had to look into. And find out everything he had to know about Lucas and his missing assistant. Anika. The paranormal researcher could obviously be something else. And all that he has to find out.... “And one more thing, Detective.” Detective Sean turned to him, giving him his full attention.