Crazy Detective Novels & Stories

the lawyer answered as if she was asking to kill a mosquito. Everybody's jaws came off in shock. What did the guy say? Has he lost his mind? He ought to keep her from talking nonsense. Aubrey was going crazy; he was holding back a lot of laughter. He knows everyone around him, as insane as she is. They know her temperament and character very well and believe everything is good for them as long as the king of Ella tells them. "Okay, don't worry, I won't," she cut the call. Everybody sighed when they saw it. But it's still not over.

Ever. The engine roared to life and we sped off onto the open road. There was silence for quite a while, and I noticed that we were heading in the direction of my house. It got me anxious to know what he had to show me. Did the crazy blonde set my house on fire before fleeing town? I sure hoped not. I decided to initiate conversation to cut through the thick silence in the space and get my mind off the house. "So ... Are you gonna tell me how you became a detective at such a young age? " I asked, internally slapping myself for asking such a stupid question.

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Her companion or considering their situation, he was nothing just a. 'Good Samaritan?', the voice in his mind his laughed at him. "SHUT UP!!" Vincent yelled and kicked the table fiercely, it crashed on the wall with a loud thud. "Planning to bring the whole building down today Chief?" Vincent swiftly turned back hearing the familiar sneering tone. "What do you want Matt?" Introduction: Matteo Valentino -29 years old -Senior Detective in Central Police Department (CPD) -Also known as the 'Budding Genius'

That will prove I'm innocent just the same," I said. Nancy's eyes darted around, and she suddenly started acting hysterically. "I'm just a country woman. How would I know anything about bank records? Who knows if you tampered with them in advance? "I see it clearly now. You just don't like me. Fine, I'll just go and die, okay?" With that, she ran toward a pillar and slammed her head forward, though she was clever enough to sneak glances at everyone's reactions.

The vinyl was cold. "Coffee," Cody said. "Regular or decaf?" "Black." "You look like hell," she said. She poured it into a thick mug. "It’s a long night." "The rain sucks. My roof is leaking. Landlord’s a bum." "They’re all bums." She stopped wiping. "You a cop?" "Does it matter?" "You have the look. Like a funeral." "I’m a detective. I'm finishing a case." "Catch the guy?" "Not yet."

"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.

“Which one are you after?” “All of them, Manfred, Craig, Lukas, Montero, Jovito, Cassandra,” Rossi replies. “I plan on exterminating every last one of those rats, and you’re going to help me do it.” My guts tie themselves up into impossible knots, a churning heat burning a hole through my stomach. I always knew the detective had a few screws loose, but this is a whole other level of insanity.

Nash chose a different path for his youth in this lifetime, allowing himself to fall into decadence. However, I couldn't afford that luxury; I had to strive upward to fulfill my dreams. I glanced around, my eyes gradually adjusting to the prolonged darkness, allowing me to faintly discern the contours of the equipment room. This room had only two exits—one was the door behind me, and the other, a narrow window. As darkness descended, I couldn't afford to delay any longer. I fumbled around and found a baseball bat, using it to strike the glass window. The shattering sound was piercing, but at this hour, there was no one left on the campus to take notice.

I demanded. My patience was already running thin. My nerves were shot after everything that had happened, and I didn’t have the energy for riddles. I wasn’t in the mood for games. The detective watched me closely, leaning forward. “What’s your real name?” I blinked, thrown by the question. “What? My name is Tamara.” He narrowed his eyes. “Tamara what?” “Tamara Evans. What does that have to do with anything?” The detective’s mouth quirked into a strange smile, like he knew something I didn’t.