Crazy Detective Novels & Stories

detective Clara asked Ellen. " Do you think I'm making all these up, don't you, do you see me to be very stupid and foolish to break into my husband to be's safe and also steal from him, right?, then leave the evidence to be found, what on earth will make me do that?!!!!" Ellen yelled. " I've been a detective for 25years and I've seen people do crazy, unbelievable and irrational stuffs, especially when they've been through alot of stress, like getting raped, being disowned by family", detective Clara replied.

His hands remained in position on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the warm glow emanating from the second floor, lost in thought. Jane Hilton, Jane Hilton......won't you tell me, what are you living for? Why are you the one person I still can't figure out, even now? Not only the renowned Winston Barrymore couldn't figure him out. At this very moment, all the way in City C, Thomas Foster was also investigating this person, Jane Hilton.

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

He was a fire while I was the moth. Sighing, I kept my documents in my top drawer. There was no point, I finally accepted that I wasn't going to get any work done. I leaned back in my seat for a minute and stared right at the ceiling, the incident of this morning haunted me. His wet body flashed through my mind and I pulled at my hair in frustration. I was going crazy but then again, the last time I met a man was months ago.

Talk about favoritism, I guess. "I talked to him the other day," Brenna said as she takes a big bite on her burger. "He's polite, Sam. Kind, even." "That's what everybody says." I replied. Cameron couldn't stop texting in our group chat last night about how cool this new detective is. Apparently, he was told that Clayton managed to solved so many hard cases at once, without anyone's help. Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm.

The operator called out Hello hello is anyone there but all she heard was crying. The operator traced the call and sent police to the address. The police arrived and entered the residence with weapons drawn. When they walked into the kitchen they saw Cole crying over Sasha’s dead body. The officers immediately reacted and placed cuffs on Cole assuming he was the culprit. Cole realized how it must look and started screaming, Hey I didn’t do it. I just got her and found her like this. The officers didn’t believe him and arrested him on the spot. They were sure he was guilty of killing Sasha and also Mandy as they bath died the same way.

everything shattered to pieces as they were ruthlessly flung across. “Its been 10 days, and in ten bloody days, the entire f*cking team of detectives and elite members have not been able to find a single piece of information... WHERE THE HELL DID THE DOLL COME FROM?”, he yelled , Anuj raised his finger to insert in his ears, off late Tazz had become extremely edgy since the day they’d returned. he had been driving people berserk with his temper, he was literally like a walking talking dragon who only breathed fire.

Safis is the blacksheep of the Liwell family. He has a free and Bohemian character and does not like business. So he took money from his father and invested it in a friend's consulting firm. It's more extensive. It's actually what we call a detective agency. This detective Paris here today, he's the one who brought us in. Mr. Paris was in his forties, wearing a very plain grey jacket and a coffee-checked beret. When walking, he likes to lower his head, and in the shabby briefcase he holds on his waist, he seems to be able to take out a stack of insurance policies.

what a life I have. ‎"I'm not interested in being...." I waved my hand to demonstrate my frustration. "in being this....this founding mother blah blah blah....can't I just pass the wolf to someone else?" I said. They were quietly staring at me....but I continued. "I was just... a detective and I lived in a city as a humble human being until I met Lucien and all this happened....and...." I was going to continue blabbing until they granted my wish but they started laughing. ‎

She’s dumber than I thought. Love makes people do crazy things — that much I know. But this? This is madness with sprinkles. Stealing condoms … okay, not that … but faking DNA tests, drugging, raping, killing fetuses, plotting with murderers, shooting friends. Someone should hand these people a referral card to a psychiatrist’s office and lock the door behind them. “You clearly cracked your biscuit somewhere,” Lee sighs, his sarcasm wrapped in sing-song sweetness. Somehow, he makes crazy sound cute.