Detective In English Novels & Stories

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspecting you, is he?"

My body tensed up, “So am I your mate?” “Um,” I almost choked on nothing, “Ah!” My thoughts weren’t aligning correctly for me to say something that made sense, ‘Um that,” How does he know?? I can’t even let anything slip since I can’t shift nor mind-link. “Don’t be surprised,” He smirked, “I’m a detective, A senior detective at that so I know about you lot.” “Oh…” I nodded, “I see…” That actually made sense for some reason. I paused and thought about it when something clicked in my mind, “Does Derek know?”

“Ma’am, can you talk to us? We’re here to help. What’s your name?” I gulped hard before I answered, “Brielle. Brielle Champagne.” “Ok. That's a start. Thank you, Ms. Champagne. I’m Detective Morris with Chicago P.D. Can you tell me what happened while they work on your friend?” The detective was very nice and patient with me. He was tall, fit, and had a lot of tattoos. Like a marine, maybe. The gear he had on looked like it weighed almost as much as he did, but he carried it well, and it was obvious he took his job very seriously.

Rochelle exclaimed when she saw him abd I gawked at her. “Do you know him?” I asked. “Oh, pardon my manners ma. I'm Kingsley, I'm a detective, and I'm also working for Miss Rochelle here” The guy said in a sift voice as he referred to Rochelle. “He is the detective guy I told you about, Rita” Rochelle smiled as she welcomed him to sit down and I watched them. “Oh, it's nice to see you” I forced a smile at him. “You too” He smiled back, his dimples became visible and I couldn't help but stare at him.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered, already annoyed. “Gorde.” A man’s voice, low, with that unnerving cadence that made my bones twitch. “Detective. I hear you’re sniffing in places best left untouched.” I didn’t flinch. “Depends. Who’s watching?” “You’ll know soon.” He hung up. Just like that.

His hat and blazer are typical clothes worn by detectives, the retired ones most especially. The man clears his throat, moving the thin toothpick to the edge of his lips. “Finally, get to meet THE Mr Kendrick Holland. Heard you were away for quite some time” Kendrick narrows his gaze, unmoved by the man's bold demeanor. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice firm. The man chuckles. “Thompson, Caleb Thompson,” he responds. “I'm a detective from NewHaven City,” he flashes out his badge. “I've been called here to handle some cases, and I need your help”

The moment Merlin fell to the ground, not one of the people in the elevator spared Merlin another glance. One of them saw Merlin’s dead face, and he blurted out through the intercom system in his helmet, “Boss, this man seems to be the detective from the New York Police Department, Merlin Lammy!” The man who was at the lead said contemptuously, “So what if he’s Merlin Lammy? In my opinion, he’s nothing great at all.” After saying that, he ordered, “Everyone, get into your battle formation. Remember our purpose and do not leave anyone alive!”

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”

Bella's eyes lit up with relief as she cried out, "Christiano, help me! I don't understand what they're saying." Cristiano's gaze scanned the room, his eyes locking onto the detective before he introduced himself. "I'm Christiano Louis, Bella's lawyer." The detective had a puzzled look on his face, his eyes lingering on the lawyer who stood right in front of his eyes. For a moment, he seemed taken aback by the his striking appearance. Clearing his throat, he composed himself and gestured for Christiano to take a seat.