Detective Book Series Novels & Stories

he threatened before ending the call. I let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed my luggage before entering the hotel. I tried calling Xavier, but he wasn't answering. That's strange. It's unlike him. He always answers my calls right away. I wonder what went wrong today. I tried calling him again for the second time, but he still didn't pick up. As I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him since he wasn't answering his calls, my eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight in front of me.

That was so attractive. I rolled my eyes and went to the about section. He had Self-Employed listed as his job, which made me snort since I knew that was a crock of bull. But it did make sense he wouldn't go put Detective on something as public as F******k, especially when he was investigating my father. My stomach turned at the thought. Not that it was anything new. The police had been investigating my father for as long as I could remember, but they'd never managed to get any concrete evidence against him.

trying to get distracted, he decided to work on his plot knot. He closed his eyes and reviewed everything he had written until that day. The book began with the lead detective being scolded by his superior. Although Kalti Brown had solved his last case, he had refused to reveal exactly how he had identified the bandit, and how this criminal had died in a suspicious gale. Kalti's secret was that he had a special connection with his totem spirit and with the creator spirits of the Time of

Any names or events related to real people is just coincidence. Overall, enjoy reading and explore the story of the young detective named Raine Garcia. She was just an ordinary person until her parents was murdered intentionally in front of her eyes. Being the only one to survive, she will solve the mystery of her parents' death without realizing that she'll suffer pain and despair but also she'll do great things because of that.

“Look at me. I am pure mundane, yet I have more understanding of things than most magicals that I’ve met. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t resent it sometimes.” “Does it help you to decipher who’s the good guy and who’s the bad?” I asked with sincerity as my mind went to thoughts of Cecil and Archie. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I was trained as a private investigator. We’re supposed to be able to read body language and the like. Yet, I was fooled by my last client and, now, Nora is in a brothel in another dimension and I barely escaped with my life,” I said. “You’re referring to your neighbors, the Havershafts. Right?” she asked.

As I stepped out of my office, Vivian whispered her approval of the handsome Inspector Epps. “I think that I just might have to go out and commit a crime just so that he can arrest me,” she giggled. “It would have to be murder,” I said in a flat tone. “He’s a homicide detective.” Her eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh. Well. Are you working on a case that involves murder? I don’t recall seeing anything in the paperwork about a murder.”

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

Ruby stretched her hands and smiled at the detective. The detective wasn’t sure what to reply. “You might be happy now. You are going to regret it later. But the next thing I’m going to do is find the wickedman. I bet you already know him. Don’t you? I’m not going to leave you until you reveal him.” “Hell, no. Whether you believe me or not, I have never seen his face. He’s always with a weird, scary wolf mask. His whole body is covered in a black suit. He’s...”

" I used to see myself as one bright mystery buff, but I got shamed and dissapointed, just the way John Grishams books shames me. All my predictions of the killer was totally wrong, I had four suspects but they weren't the killer. I kept guessing, but I couldn't predict right. I found myself racing towards the satisfying end to find out another story just began, like the ending of the story birthed a new story, and to be honest, I was wowed," "The devil was not who I was expecting it to be, like he didn't even cross my mind. 'Detective Johnson' is a page turner that jolts me anytime I think about it, it is entertaining. I love everything about it, the intriguing title, the setting, the vivid

"No, but it's too long for a Spuma." For a moment I was so amazed that he said something to me without offending me by almost missing out on my effort to respond. "Maybe a slight mutation of the species?" He looked at me as if only now remembering who he was talking to. "Is there actually a certain reason why you stand in here and cover up traces, or are you just too stupid to realize that you are making my work more difficult?" Well, please, back to the old freshness. I stepped out of the kennel, away from the blood trail, and watched him exchange the claw for a small camera from his coat pocket. Another lightning bolt. He only roughly photographed the crime scene and thus captured this sce