Detective Book Series Novels & Stories

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

He stood by the window with his coffee and watched and said nothing. The uniformed officers moved to the bedroom while the detective stayed in the main room going through the bookshelf slowly, pulling each folder and flipping through it before either returning it or adding it to the pile. Theo watched him work and thought about each item as it was selected and calculated what they could and couldn’t build from it and arrived at the same answer he’d been sitting with since last night.

He flared his nose. “Larry Forester. He's a good detective. He's secretly investigating. No eyes in him.” Jay looked frustrated, he widened his face showing his teeth. He grinned but his eyes couldn't lie. Detective Solando might have unravelled some secrets about this case. Jayden eyes spiraled. He's thinking of something. Does he have a plan in his mind?” He pounced on feet. “Sure.” He sighed. We strode to where our car was. Jay unlocked his driver's seat ready to start the car. A snow white paper etched with blood glued to his stirring.

Perfect. “You don’t look too concerned,” he says, trying to sound casual. I finally glance up, slow, deliberate. My gaze lands on him like a knife pressed against skin. He shifts, just a fraction, and that’s enough. I smile inwardly. He’s uncomfortable, and I like it. He drags a chair out and sits across from me. Calm. Calculated. “My name is Detective Burner. I’m in charge of investigating the death of Emma Dalton King.”

He continued “Ahh with a lady, perhaps?” the older man teased knowingly. “Been there, young man no need to deny it.” “Maybe, but let’s not waste time. The sooner this issue is laid to rest, the better.” Matan didn’t mask the urgency in his voice. He needed this done so he can get on with his life, and will have more time convincing a very particular lady of his willingness to help heal her perceived brokenness. Banishing her from his thoughts at the moment, or trying to, he reviewed the plan with Alonzo. They were apprised by Devlin’s contacts that the two men Alonzo’s grandfather sent were often seen in the most crowded areas of Dubai. Matan also learned that the man Eliza met at the mall w

Until, I saw the badges and guns at their hips. "Natalia, these detectives wish to speak with you. They wouldn't tell me what it was about." He looked at them as if accusing them of something. I slid off the stool because sitting down while they were standing seemed like I was admitting to something and they hadn't even asked any questions yet. "How do you do? I'm Natalia Jacobs. What is this about?" I inquired politely, my southern twang more obvious than usual. "I'm Dective Benson, this is Dective Shaw. We are with the County Sheriff's Department. May we sit down?" The male officer asked as he pointed toward the direction of the living room.

Leading her through a labyrinth of corridors, they finally arrived at a small, cramped office marked with the title "Detective." Entering the room, Lilia found herself face-to-face with a stern-looking detective, who regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Swallowing her nerves, she took a deep breath and began to speak. He looks like he would never talk to someone without any intention, but seeing the panic in her eyes, he narrowed his eyes. "I need protection," she blurted out, her words coming out in a rush as she fought to keep her composure. "Someone is trying to kill me."

The whole place had his scent and I almost gagged in disgust. I sat on the old leather chair and leaned into it. Frank produced an old ledger with cracked covers and dropped it on the table in front of me. I opened the book and skimmed through the pages that I had read before. I had no time to start reading the damn book until I opened it further to see a small rectangular hole made inside. Inside the hole was a black flash drive. Curious, I fished it out of the old book and studied it closely. "I read the book but there was nothing about how to destroy an underground world, but I am willing to bet that the drive has something that may help," Frank said to me.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

he spoke softly with a wink. Why is everyone so insistent on me taking a break?! “I'm fine, Detective Riley.” Before he could protest, I reported to him about the disappearance of our witness, Mrs. Rosenthal, the picture she had with my mother, her extensive collection of occult books, and the one that had mysteriously fallen into our possession. I omitted the encounter with the spirit. If Liam, my own partner/lover didn't believe me, I knew for sure he wouldn't either.