Detective Chinatown Web Series Novels & Stories

"Just Aria." "Fair enough," the woman said. "I'm Detective Sarah Chen. I've been assigned to your case. And what a case it is. In the last six hours, you've managed to expose the largest criminal conspiracy in modern history. Governments are falling. CEOs are being arrested. Three wars have been quietly called off because the people funding them just got exposed." "I'm sorry," I said, though I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for. "Don't be," Detective Chen said, surprising me. "The world needed this. It's going to be messy, and it's going to be painful, but it needed to happen. However, that doesn't change the fact that you've committed numerous crimes yourself."

But his eyes were sharp and calculating, the eyes of a predator who'd learned to hunt things bigger and stronger than himself. Detective Chen stood slightly behind him, a woman in her early thirties with the kind of controlled composure that came from years of mediating between human and werewolf law enforcement. She was dressed professionally in a navy suit, her black hair pulled back in a neat bun, and her expression carefully neutral as she took in my appearance and the grandeur of my home's interior. "Detective Morrison, Detective Chen," I said, stepping aside to let them enter. "I assume this is about Marcus Webb's death."

I bow awkwardly and look around for a cushion to sit on, but he knocks the breath out of me by rising to his feet in a fluid, twisting motion that’s almost gymnastic. “How are you?” he asks. “Fine, thanks. I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d check in.” “Good, good.” “Where’s Norbu?” “Running errands. I read about another Chinatown murder in today’s paper. A woman this time. So sad. What do you think? Is it related to the others?” I clear my throat. “It would seem so. What did the paper say? Are the police suggesting it’s related?” He raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t read the paper? The police still say everything happening in Chinatown is from gangs. But the reporter thinks maybe a serial

Gray Mori is the youngest son of Leounet's Mayor, Which luckily for him is also the person who overlooks the agency and station. I was about to say some thing when his phone rang. He placed his container down and picked up the phone. "Hello? Who's this?" Chain looked at me. "Oh, Sergeant James. Yes this is me, Chain Yuan. Uh huh." Chain pursed his lips. "Cant it be taken by someone else? You must have known what we've been dealing with right? We cant take that case." "I know, I know. I guess." Chain glanced at me. "Yeah she's here. I'll inform her, Sergeant." Chain sighed and put his phone back in his pocket.

I took a deep breath, ready to head inside when my mother spoke, making me remember her presence. "Um Cianna? Who might this be?" She asked as we all entered. Tristan put a few inches between us, making my heart break a bit but I knew how bad it would be for him if they knew he was dating one of the murder suspects of Sheldon's case. Him seeing me as innocent could lead others to believe that he was being irrational due to personal emotions. "This is Detective Deckor. He's on Sheldon's case" I stated casually, not wanting to pour out my life to her just yet. Tristan had a confused look on his face too, so I clarified.

I said, though it was more an observation than a question. He nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.” He hesitated, then added, “I found something online just now. Thought you’d want to see it.” A sharp tension coiled in my chest as he handed me his phone. The video was already queued up. The thumbnail showed a vlogger seated across from a detective. The title was bold and sensational: Exclusive: Detective Speaks on Working with Lennon to Expose the Mob.

Cat Dyatlov was sitting at her kitchen table, staring at her computer screen. Agent Wren Gold had asked her to write another program to help process all of the information found in the newly discovered complex. She heard her front door open and looked up to see her sister Izzy coming in, carrying coffee and a bag of takeout for their dinner. “I can’t believe you are still working on that,” Izzy said to her as she set everything down on an empty corner of the table. “Did you even take a break while I was gone like you said you would?”

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

The black-robed man eased his tone a little and said, "Do it well. As long as you satisfy the master, then experts of the sect will naturally erase the Qin boy for you. It won't even be hard to make Sun family the top one in Shanghai." Qin Haodong drove to the Criminal Police Unit in the eastern city and found it was brightly lit. Nalan Wuxia was not the only one working overtime; none of them had gotten off work. Pushing open the office door, he saw Nalan Wuxia sitting before her desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen before her. He asked, "What the hell? So intense?" Nalan Wuxia stretched her arms and said with a tired face, "You don't know that many kids in Shanghai have gone missing

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.