Crazy Detective Novels & Stories

………… Cyra entered that cafeteria, and roamed her eyes everywhere to search for that specific man, who was going to meet her here in a brown outfit, and she finally found him, sitting on a table and waving at her slowly. She hurriedly walked towards the table. “Mr Rocco Thazer?” She asked him. The man nodded at her, making Cyra exhale a breath of relief. “Cyra Alvaro?” Cyra wagged her head and finally removed the mask from her face in front of that secret detective. That man, Rocco Thazer, was a secretive detective, and Leena knew about him through common friends. “Please have a seat,” he said to her. Cyra joined the chair in front of him, and slightly pulled back her hoodie’s cap which had b

The nurse snorted, “Ma'am please, don't move and cooperate with us. It's the doctor's orders, I am only doing my job!“ “Is that so?“ A familiar voice asked from behind the nurse. The nurse got startled and the syringe fell off her hand. She turned to look at Matt behind her. Her eyes widened in shock, knowing Matt already knows her true identity. Jared opened his eyes at this time, he wasn't sleeping after all. “Hello Celia… or should I call you Turtle?“ Matt greeted her. She moved back, Matt grabbed her wrist. “Let me go sir! I have no idea what you are talking about. I am only here based on the orders given to me.“ She lied. Matt scoffed, “Really? Killing people at hospitals must be your f

In March 2020, after another lack of breakthroughs in the investigation, the 'Mad Dog' case was transferred to a pair of young detectives from Criminal Investigation Department of the South Wales Police police in Cardiff, Esther Moore and Leopold Evans, who formed the so-called 'Amazing Duo'. Due to their young age and rather short work experience, at least compared to their older colleagues, they did not get the case right away. However, when it turned out that none of the senior detectives was able to move the case forward, the investigation was handed over to them. The Chief had high hopes for Esther and Leo, as he had always been pleased with the results of their work. However, the 'Mad

"They are the same person. And being a fugitive." "Wow, that's crazy!" Britney commented. "I didn't expect that Detective with a good face could solve the case so quickly. He seems to have a bit of magic," Nina also commented. "The problem Is the Detective is a celebrity that the camera always highlights. He couldn't possibly ignore his work, could he?" I replied to their comments and pressed my shoulders. "By the way, mate. Haven't you eaten lunch today? Mom said you just ate a bite of chicken soup and spit it out." Terrence worried me again.

“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. XXX

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.

I had told Cara I'd be back in ten days, but as she watched my Instagram updates claim I was deep in the wilderness, she sensed something was wrong. My phone went unanswered. When she went to our house to press Dylan for answers, he claimed I had vanished in the wilderness and that he'd already called the police. Cara knew for a fact I hadn't gone to Quenvale. Growing increasingly suspicious, she went to the authorities and laid out everything she knew. Up until that point, the police had been wasting resources searching the wilderness areas from my Instagram posts. Only now did they realize they had gone completely in the wrong direction.

the doctor said with a small smile, approaching his bed. Bryan merely frowned, his expression unreadable, making the doctor continue cautiously. “I’m Doctor Mark, the physician assigned to your case. How do you feel?” “Do you feel Any pain in your head or anywhere else? Are you feeling dizzy and can you see me perfectly well?” The doctor asked almost making him roll his eyes. But then, The question sent a surge of memories rushing back—how he had felt dizzy, the sharp pain at the back of his head, the sensation of collapsing to the ground.

I conceded, “Fair enough. But I think you should go first since you have an unfair information advantage.” She smiled, accepting the challenge. “Claire Renwick, thirty-six, investigative journalist specializing in criminal justice issues and financial crimes. I have two dogs—Winston, the chocolate Lab you must have seen on I*******m, and a recent rescue named Pepper who’s still deciding if she likes me. For fun, I hike, read obscure history books, and binge-watch cooking competitions while eating takeout.”

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"