Detective Book Series Novels & Stories

So pack up and let's go! "All right," he said doomedly, rising from his chair. - Do you know anything about the victim? - Nothing, except that it's a girl again. Fourth girl this week. I wonder who needed to kill them in such a cruel way? - I do not know. He shrugged, spreading his arms slightly out to the sides. The men left Detective Jonathan Black's office. The best in the business. On his account there was not a single unsolved crime for all four years that he worked in the police.

I said, skepticism heavy in my voice. "Guys, I don’t think it’s suicide!" Zubby suddenly interjected, moving toward a table where a red velvet cake sat. "The note says so…" Lisa began, but her voice trailed off as she watched Zubby inspect the cake. "This cake is quite suspicious. Everything in this house is old and dusty, like it hasn’t been used in a while. But this cake… it looks new, and it’s half-eaten," Zubby noted, his detective instincts kicking in.

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

I retaliated quickly. "You just got lucky with that missing kid and with Danilo Proctuso, remember that." Guzman tried to act tough. "Yeah? How about you? The self-proclaimed golden boy. What have you done so far? Well, aside from doing inventory at the evidence room, huh?" Chris was about to turn his back on Guzman when he speaks. "I don't do inventory; I'm the newest detective of this station. You got that?" Guzman said, full of pride.

Clara. We followed the trail for three days mostly on foot, back tracking every few hours to move the trucks before edging forward again. We found signs of three more places he had likely stayed in and all indicated that he was still clean, alive and mostly unharmed. Eventually the blood trail dried up completely and we started going house to house, looking for signs of recent disturbances, foot steps in the dust, things missing off shelves, half eaten food. It was a full week into our assignment when we stepped into a house with a small fire still lit in the hearth and a warm cup of tea on the table.”

Someone had reached into the digital world. ...and performed surgery with impossible precision. "Run the search again," Chief Inspector Donovan ordered, refusing to take his eyes off the largest monitor. "We already did," the lead systems analyst replied. "Three different servers." "Then run it a third time." The analyst's fingers flew across the keyboard before he looked up again. "Still nothing." "That's impossible," Donovan muttered. "I know," the analyst answered quietly. "It's like she never existed." Silence settled over the room. For the first time in years, nobody knew what to investigate.

Long enough for something warm and unfamiliar to flicker between them before both quickly look away. Professional. Focused. Safer that way. Outside, thunder rolls across the valley. Inside, the investigation begins. Their first task is to review the pile of reports Lucas has gathered,d each detailing a stolen relic, each with strange gaps or inconsistencies. Evelyn reads aloud the list of missing items: an iron key, a silver bell, a stone marked with unknown runes. Lucas spreads maps across the desk, marking the theft locations with pins. Patterns fail to emerge at first, but both notice that the break-ins leave behind a lingering scent of burned sage and, in one case, a trail of dirt leadin

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.” And this time, neither of them questioned it.

“Esmerelda, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I don’t know who was more shocked by the words that poured forth from that handsome mouth with eye catching straight and -dentist whitened- teeth. From the look of shock on Melanie and Nora’s face, it was clear that they hadn’t expected such a comment any more than I had. “Esmerelda Sleuth is her full name,” Melanie giggled, with emphasis on my last name of Sleuth. “Here’s the best of it. She’s an investigator! Get it? Esmerelda Sleuth is a sleuth!”

A faint smile took its place when she caught sight of a book resting on top of the shelf right behind Blaze. The book was Skulduggery Pleasant, Until the End, the last in the series by Derek Landy. She has been reading Skulduggery Pleasant since she was in middle school. She got hooked on the series ever since she read the first book. “You can take whichever book you like.” Blaze said when he noticed her eyeing the new set of books he recently bought to fill up the remaining spaces on the book shelves. Blaze didn’t have to tell Lilith twice. She readily walked towards the book which piqued her curiosity and picked it off the bookshelf. It was brand new.