Detective In English Novels & Stories

He didn’t even notice me when he walked by, there must have been something very important in his mind. The Deputy had told me, I’d be working with a man, I was starting to hope it was the one that walked in, even though he looked fierce and tough; he was still the handsomest among the other detectives, he was tall and had a great body; just the type of man I had always dreamed off.

I let Beryl down as Paul spoke. “Sophia, this is Detective Liam. He’s the one helping with the investigation, and thanks to his efforts, Beryl is here with us.” “Good morning, Mrs Cloveland,” the handsome detective said, stretching out his hand. I accepted his handshake, noticing how firm and warm his grip was. “Thank you so much, detective,” I said. “I can’t express enough how happy and grateful I am.” “We’re just doing our job, ma’am,” he replied.

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.

His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with. His voice was deep and commanding, and every word he spoke carried a weight of authority. Alexa nods slowly, her heart racing. "No, I don't. Is there something wrong?" The detective pulls out a notepad from his pocket and flips it open. "I'm Detective Williams. I've been investigating the recent burglaries in the area, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." Alexa furrows her brow, trying to remember if she saw anything suspicious in the neighborhood. "Sure, I'll help in any way I can. What do you want to know?"

asked Susan hoping that she did not sound rude or obnoxious. “Wei?” asked the voice again. “Please open the door,” said Susan this time louder. Then a child’s voice spoke,” My grandma wants to know who you are.” “Detective Susan Rollo, Scotland Yard,” said Susan as she finally sagged in relief that there was someone who knew English.” We need to go up to the roof. Can you let us in the building?” At last the lock buzzed open. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE

Lunatte didn’t know what it was. “Detective is still trying to find evidence that Mommy is innocent. Everything has been going smoothly so far.” Adeline nodded her head. “That detective. What’s his name? Is he great? Mommy, are you sure he helped Mommy solve the case?” asked Adeline again. Lunatte chuckled. “He is more than great, Adeline. You need not doubt him.” “Is it true? What’s his name?” asked Adeline again, because the core question had not been answered.

After much debate I left her reluctantly. After dropping Bethany at her home I directly went to my penthouse.I shaved, showered and put on fresh clothes. While my chef has prepared pasta for me,I wasn't in the mood of eating.I don't know why but I was having a bad feeling. Just then there was a knock and in came my detective.No one knows his real name but he is called Sherlock.Cliched much right? "Hello there Mr.Sherlock.How have you been?" "I'm doing fine Mr.Martin.Your father gave me this case about your girlfriend's accident."

" This time is a hidden private detective." " Well done."

came a voice in English-inflected French. Anton adjusted his jacket, a futile attempt to retake command. He opened the door. Two plainclothes detectives stood there, their faces etched in professional impassivity. In the background, four uniforms lined the hallway. The senior detective, a man with a grey beard trimmed close to his chin and eyes the colour of a winter sky, raised a leather wallet that held his badge and a folded paper. "I am Inspector Deschamps. We have a warrant for Sabatine Stalker's arrest," he stated, his tone unfeeling and professional. His eyes flashed past Anton, landing on Sabe, who had risen from the couch.

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know who I am, and yet you speak to me like I’m one of those fucking boys you order around in your pack. I am not a member of your pack, Doctor Ford. I am Scar Icegard… a detective in the Brooklyn police department.” My voice cut like a blade.