Detective Comics Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I can't believe it took me three years to realize that being a detective is a curse. When my father first told me about it, I didn't believe him. Why the hell should I, anyway? All I needed to do was to chase down criminals and study their traces. For such a long time, I only thought about clues, forensic puzzles, and crime interrogation. Now, fuck it. It's my fifth bottle tonight. And I probably wouldn't stop until I knock myself out.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

Hans's attention was not on the intense aura directed at him, rather it was on the bodies in the far corner of the room. As he glances around earlier trying to analyze the reason the main building collapses, which was built with a lot of protection spell on its foundation. There he saw a woman holding a man in a protective hug, and a glowing mark was carved on the back of the woman's hand. "Mom!" Hans quickly recognized them as he tried to undo the vines that were tying him down. He can feel his heart hammering loudly inside his chest as he stared at the unmoving body of his parent.

Just a casual diner. "So... How long have you been detectives?" Doctor Jay asked as we wait for our orders to get here. "Uh. About five years? Started at 22." I answered. I sipped my water. We began to eat when the waiter served our food. "Thank you..." I mumbled and smiled. In the middle of eating Jay stood up. "Excuse me, I have to use the comfort room." I just nodded. I took the diary out and read it. July 9th

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.