Crime And Fiction Novels & Stories

But that didn't mean I couldn't at least try to help her. “I know,” I heaved. “She'll work any other case, Boss... just not cases like these.” Just not rape and trafficking cases. I could feel anxiety swimming through my body, as Rafael's eyes bored into mine, burning me with an intense gaze. There was so much tension in the air, that you could cut it with a knife. “Fine,” he muttered finally. “I'll talk to her.”

"He also said that you—" "I'm sorry to say that I'm a long way from that powerful figure everyone tries to label me," interrupted Reeves, "stories are magnified every time they pass on. Some folk writers have done their best to make me as scary as the Xiongnu Emperor. Not that I'm claiming my innocence, of course I've run a smuggling syndicate. And while I admit my methods are problematic, I'm still a better crime hunter than any Canon detective." "I don't understand how you can command thieves and smugglers and be a criminal at the same time."

“Ok I’m going to give you one chance to lure me into the world you have created. My wife talked highly of it.” “What do you mean 'lure you' sir?” “You have the synopsis?” “Yes sir,” Ludo opened her laptop bag and got a piece of paper and wanted to hand it to Mr. Visashi. “No. Keep it for now.” Ludo was surprised. “Where is the manuscript?” “Its in the bag sir.” “Ok, tell me about your story. What genre is it?” “Crime fiction.” Mr. Visashi’s face brightened. It had been a while ever since a writer had come who was in the genre of crime fiction.

“Cops never pinned anything big on him. Not directly. Every job he touched had three layers between him and the crime. People took the fall for him willingly.” “Willingly?” I repeated. “Fear will do that,” Jasper said quietly. “So will loyalty.” My hands curled slowly into fists beneath the table. “What kind of crimes?” I asked. Rook snorted. “What kind didn’t he touch?” Jasper’s voice was calmer, heavier. “Arms running. Money laundering. Extortion. Disappearances. People went missing, and nobody asked questions because the answers never led anywhere good.” I felt a slow, familiar chill crawl up my spine.

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

I was dying from excitement but before I showed that to Tom I needed to make some introduction… "So… I'm writing a criminal novel. Sometimes I use real events as a base to put into my story… I change names, places, and create scenes and motives around them. The posts, like on this blog give in an inspiration… besides, I have to be reliable and stick to the occurrences that might actually happen… to some extent," I hoped that my explanation was convincing and reasonable enough. I moved the laptop closer to Tom, and turned the screen his way. "So, what am I looking at?" he asked with a tone of boredom.

One of the first things he did when Wayne first gave him Wolfgang’s case to handle, was to do some research into the arts world, so that he would be familiar with everything that concerns this case he was investigating. She told him that her boss was into arts too, he gives out loans to his customers and allows them to use arts as collateral. She also told him that the customers most times, don’t end up paying back the loans. He asked her what she thinks might be the reason for that, and she told him it was because they often end up dying mysteriously and that they sometimes suspect that their boss was involved in the death of the customers. Danny told her that he knew her boss, and that his

You can say that this world we’re living is something that is not pure. Many kinds of crime have been circulating all over the world. The poverty is one of the result of those things. Robbery, Burglary, Arson, White Collar Crime, Domestic Violence, Assaults, Violence, Cyber Crime, Kidnapping, Theft, Aggravated Assault, Homicide, Organized Crime, Identity Theft, Embezzlement, Vandalism, Manslaughter, Motor Vehicle Theft, Plagiarism, Money Laundering, Drug, Human Trafficking, Property Theft, Drug Trafficking, Child Abuse, Verbal Assault, many kind of things is positive to occur in this world.

The Agent wondered. “Special Agent Boyle, I agree with you crime is a pest on society, people; innocent people have suffered because of it…but the truth? Crime is only but the victim of society, created by society…the people, the law, the times…do they favor all?” Doctor Royce continued, ending with a question afterwards as the Agent watched keenly. “If we can answer these questions, then we can end crime by a wide margin in the society” the woman revealed.

He placed the bouquet of roses he still held beside him, examining the titles of the books one by one. Legal Systems, Introduction to Criminology, Victimology, Psychosocial Criminology, Civil Code... He skimmed through all the scattered books. All of the books contained heavy topics. Was all these books the woman's lecture material? When he was in college, he majored in Criminology, so he understood a little about these books. He made sure that he has returned the book to the position before—right on the page Nikki left— and not tidying it up for fear that she still needed it, he took a look around. Did that woman live alone? He even just realized that in the woman's apartment, he did not fi