Detective Book Series Novels & Stories

I hated how unserious he always looked whenever I had the biggest problems. “You mean, your angry, bitter sister-in-law who wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if she saw you?” I rolled my eyes, my jaw clenched. “Flatter yourself, Ansel. I’m fucking serious right now.” He pushed his body forward in his chair, thick grey smoke hovering over his face. “You still don’t know who’s behind this,” he said. “As far as we know, almost everyone is a suspect.” “Leonardo did it,” I persisted, refusing to believe he was innocent. “And Isabella probably helped him.”

Cassie’s POV I woke up the next day, curled against his chest, cramped on the sofa that reeked of sweat, sex, and everything that went down last night. My eyes lingered on him with a dangerous kind of love, wondering how a man could be so perfect… and how that man happened to be my stepfather. I trailed a finger along his jawline, down to his lips, and heat rushed through me as flashes of how wickedly good he’d been with that mouth came flooding back.

the detective answered, his voice gruff but alert. “How far have you gone with the investigation?” Derek asked, an unsettling tension threading through his tone. “Oh, right,” the detective responded, “I did find something interesting. The company’s checkbook has a new entry that doesn’t align with any of your official transactions.” Derek's brows drew together. “I’m not talking about the checkbook,” he replied sharply. “I asked you to look into Charlie Fraser.” Yet, despite himself, his curiosity was piqued. He already knew every recent transaction was tied to embezzlement. So why was this new entry particularly significant?

Matt said seriously. Jodi nodded and walked away. Matt strode to the lobby doors which were propped open. There was a body on a gurney covered by a sheet. Dennis was taking nail samples off a body on the floor. A gun and a wallet were in evidence bags a few feet away. “Hey, Sheriff,” Dennis greeted nonchalantly. How the hell can he sound so normal while handling a dead body? “Hey. All three suspects are dead?” “Yep. Including that poor girl over there,” Dennis said as he nodded to the stretcher.

"Do you have any leads on who might be behind this?" The inspector exchanged a glance with the detective before responding. "We're currently analyzing the evidence collected from the scene, including CCTV footage and witness testimonies. It's too early to pinpoint a suspect, but we're pursuing all possible leads." Hideous leaned forward, his voice edged with urgency. "We need answers quickly. The safety of our citizens, especially high-profile individuals like the President's family, is paramount." The detective nodded. "We understand, Mr. Hideous. Rest assured, we're dedicating all available resources to this investigation."

Holding it between her delicate fingers, she slowly began reading the contents and realized the words were an apology and a confession. Everything he said about his mother was true. But Emma didn't judge any of them. As she finished reading the letter, she set it aside and opened the accompanying box. Inside it was a gorgeous diamond necklace, shining stunningly. The door soon opened and Kevin walked in. He was wearing an off-white suit. Though he rarely wore this color, it suited his bulging physique well. "You ready?" Kevin asked. Emma hummed and hid the letter but grabbed the box.

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

Missing College Student’s Body Found in Southeastern PA. She’d thrown up twice before she could finish the article. With the next victims, she searched the papers obsessively until she found them. She didn’t dare go to the police. What help could she be? They were already all dead. What could she say? I paint dead people? The man with the cerulean-blue eyes, Detective Jack Sullivan, had been her ninth. She was not going crazy. There had to be a way out of this. She would find it. “When did it start?” he demanded.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

But finally, they sat down as I did too. “It’s a pretty office you have hear Mr. Steve” detective Jones said with a quiet astonished look on his face. “Well yeah, I was amused when I entered this office the first time, but anyway why are you here officers” I replied, being interested and trying to know why they were in my workplace. “Well sir, there’s a case of a new drug operation which we are investigating at the moment and our investigation leads us to this book store and that coffee shop across the street” detective Smith explained as he sat up straight on his chair.