Detective Book Series Novels & Stories

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

Will comments. I look at it more, and I know I have seen that bracelet before, and I think I know where. I tell them that we need to get back and look in the book. I tell them my suspicion, and they look at me like I am crazy. I am positive that I saw that bracelet in the book. We watch the women until they leave the shop. We walk around the town for a while. I do notice a few of the guards from their pack floating around. I am sure it has everything to do with all the women being in town—especially the previous and current Luna. There is a lot of talk about the current Luna. We hear how she took on multiple rogues by herself and that she can partially shift. I can’t smell her wolf

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"Any favorites?" "There's this series about ancient pack wars that's surprisingly well-researched. And I have a weakness for detective novels, though don't tell Carson. He thinks they're a waste of time, but I once caught him reading one and he was too focused on it to even know I was standing in the same room as he was." "Your secret's safe with me, maybe he just doesnt want to admit how good it is." She grinned. "I love mysteries too. Have you read the Inspector Blackwood series?"

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

"If this is connected to our family, you can't handle it alone. Let me help officially." "How?" "Bring me in as a consultant. I have credentials in historical research, religious symbology. Your captain would buy it." She paused, keys in hand. The idea of Elias in her precinct, her carefully separated worlds colliding, made her stomach clench. But another victim was already waiting, and she was running out of time. "Fine. But you follow my lead. In my world, I'm Detective Blackwood. Nothing more." "Understood." Elias paused before continuing, “just promise me that you’ll be careful, and at least think about what I said about at least coming home to let everyone know that your safe and a live

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.