Detective In English Novels & Stories

The same detective that was now standing in the living room, interrogating Derrick no doubt. I could sense the uneasiness in the air as we walked into the house. Even worse, I could see the look of discomfort on Derrick’s face, along with something I could swear was anger. But it was hard to tell. “Miss Hart,” the detective said with an enthusiasm that I assumed he’d spent years practicing. “It’s a good thing you’re here. Who’s your friend?” Annabelle beat me to an answer. “Hi. I’m Annabelle. Annabelle Thorne.”

He looked at me with knowing eyes that spelt trouble and I couldn’t help but stare at him stupidly. "I'm detective Roman" Once again, I have made a wrong judgement. The detective was no old man.

★★★★★★ the police came first before Emma's parents, Jemi watched them from what seemed toke afar, she was there but she wasn't presently there, she watched Emma still in shock, a blanket around her body while her parents crowded around her, she'd never seen her countenance that Empty, Jemi's hands were trembling and was still trembling when she was driven off to the station. she sat in the investigation room, struggling to keep her focus on the moment. You don't have to answer any questions if you don't want to" the detective spoke aloud. Jemi took him in, he was a huge guy, in a perfect world he could have been a boxer, with some tattoos and his brown hair styled, dauntingly he was good to

Detective: Hello. Susan sat in the chair opposite his desk and said, Susan: Hello. Susan: Have you thought about what I told you? Detective: You're right. Susan: Let me help you with this case. I have a feeling it might help you a lot. Detective: What do you mean?

Detective Austin walks over to him, creasing the back of his neck so it doesn't look intimidating, also showing his polite smile to him "Yes, it's me ..." Milo answered in his Australian accent and made Detective Austin smile with his accent, for his, Australia has its own English, which can sometimes make him smile weird if you listen to Australian people when they’ll says. “I’m sorry if I bothering you, I'm detective Austin from the Chicago police" Austin showed his work card when he saw Milo's expression suddenly turn like fear toward Detective Austin "Calm down, I'm not going to catch you ... I'll just ask so take it easy" Detective Austin laughed changing his attitude as he walked up, r

Regardless, I maintain a poker face as I watch the detective bow respectfully. “Your Grace….”. He says and lowers his head cordially. How courteous. “... I'm Detective Asher Glen and I'm in charge of the case of Vander Djik Gerald who was found dead in the early hours of this evening”. I nod in complete understanding. “It's nice meeting you, detective”. “We are questioning everyone in case anybody heard or saw anything that might be helpful to the investigation. We'd appreciate your cooperation, Luna”. I glance at Draaven but his face is once again empty and expressionless as he lets the detective and I have our conversation.

Her eyes were swollen and red, and she had her palm over her mouth and nose. Okay, now this scene was definitely not peaceful. What did I just walk into? And why was no one speaking a language I understood? I glanced at the man—the detective—and he looked like he had been caught with his finger in the chocolate cake. He had that unseat look on his face and kept tapping his feet. “Someone better explain to me what’s going on here.”

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

He flashed a wry smile, beginning his introduction. “Welcome, everyone,” he said, his voice smooth and steady. “I’m Detective Jamal Khan. By day, I teach you all how to defend yourselves. By night, I deal with the kinds of cases that make that knowledge necessary— cases involving our kind; werewolves, witches, and all those creatures lurking in the shadows.” A hand shot up from the middle row—a young man with an eager expression. “Have you… taken any lives, Detective?” he asked, his tone part-curious, part-nervous.

"You know, I thought you wouldn't notice that. I know you don't want to be called sir, but that's you and you have to get used to it or we." My shoulders almost dropped because of what he said, how difficult this is. Why can't I yell at you? "It's okay Ben, it's okay now? But it's as unprofessional as your name alone. Anyway, sir, I mean Ben, why do you need to hire a detective? For what? What case do you want to be case closed?" He asked one question after another. "I received a paper last time, there was a code that I couldn't crack. I need to understand that, I have a strong hunch that he is connected to what happened earlier."