Best Police Procedurals - Mystery Fiction の小説・ストーリー

“Those are good shows, most of them are inaccurate, but they are good.” “You work as a detective, how do you unwind by watching them do something you’re already a master at?? The only fun one I saw you start was the ‘How to get away with murder’ one.” I hesitate. This is something I should find weird, I mean he is casually talking about things I do in my free time, yet… “That one has been driving me a little insane to be honest. I can point out the culprit if they don’t keep mixing everything up every five minutes, it’s clearly fiction…”

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.”

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.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

“Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried” ”You don’t need to be worried since you are not the murderer, everything would be fine John, don’t panic´Whitefield said. “But don’t you think that law enforcement would be on to us very soon?, because I know for sure that all these are not coincidences” Summers said. “I don’t think so John, I feel like you’re just being unnecessarily paranoid, don’t fret it would be fine dude” Whitefield said. “Alright if you say so” Summers said, exhaling deeply.

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

he told her calmly and she stopped pacing then looked at him with a frown. “Dad, you are telling me to calm down? How? I honestly doubt the police are doing all their best in finding her because it is the same result and nothing is improving” she sat down and put her face in her palm. “We should actually trust the process and believe that they would be able to get something from where they are able to gather.” he looked at his watch then yawned. She looked at him with a bit of anger, irritation, impatience, and worry. Was he actually serious?

asked the old man who seems to have never used a computer connected to a global network, but has already heard about the potential of this resource. “The only thing I found in my searches and research was that there must only be one reason for this apparent non-existence of homicides. It's as if these two cases were nothing more than fiction...! What a paradox! Strange, isn't it? Investigating an actor and considering the crimes as fiction! To give you an idea, in the same period the police investigated much less important things and released them to the press, which flooded the media... Such as car theft, pet kidnapping, fraud, etc. All in the period parallel to the homicide case. And there

“I've only read one of them and that was over a year ago, so maybe I'm not being fair, but they don't seem to touch on these issues. - What do you mean? “Your policeman is a purebred, Australian Aboriginal. He has some kind of mystical, spiritual connection with mythical beings. Right? - Yes. With your totem and Dreamtime ancestor spirits. although some argue that they are not mythical. She nodded. - Right. Anyway, I understand that your protagonist always solves the crime, and it's a struggle for him to hide the involvement of the spirits. - Yes. Well, it seemed pretty formulaic, but what the heck, most successful mystery series depended on some formula already tested. “And he has problems