Detective In English Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The detective leaned forward, his expression serious. "We need any pictures, documents, or eyewitness accounts that could help us fill in the blanks," he explained. "Anything that could lead us to more information." "I'll do whatever it takes," I vowed, my voice trembling with determination. "I won't stop until I find something."

Thomas climbed up the stairs, Emily rushed ahead to open the door for him. Thomas entered inside, as he took in the book-lined walls, and the large desk in the middle of the room. By the window, stood the detective, a large man with a permenant frown glued to his face. The detective starred outside the window, his back facing Thomas. "Detective," Thomas said, his voice calm, but inside he was tensed. "Is they anything you'd like to share with me?"

Ruby stretched her hands and smiled at the detective. The detective wasn’t sure what to reply. “You might be happy now. You are going to regret it later. But the next thing I’m going to do is find the wickedman. I bet you already know him. Don’t you? I’m not going to leave you until you reveal him.” “Hell, no. Whether you believe me or not, I have never seen his face. He’s always with a weird, scary wolf mask. His whole body is covered in a black suit. He’s...”

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

A conversation strikes. "Good day" the detective says looking directly to James(the gatekeeper) "How may I help you" Edwards gatekeeper asked looking at the detective which was properly dressed, having his bag on his hand containing laptop, a wireless GPS device, a pen, notebook and other materials which a detective needs "I am Detective Daniel, I have an appointment with Edward MacDonalds" Detective Daniel replied " Oh! alright..come in" the gatekeeper answers, as he opens the gate for the detective to walk in

“ What about you? What are doing here?” “ I'm the detective in charge of the case”.

“ The detective ? ” Sloan said with her eyes wide open “ yes I hired a private detective and investigator ” Mr Brookes said before picking the ringing cell phone “ Hello , Am I on a call with Mr Brookes ? ” The detective asked “ Yes you're speaking to Mr Brookes ” he replied “ I am Detective Kennedy , Can we meet in person whenever you are ready for me to take a statement of the crime scene and the witnesses before I begin investigation ” he asked politely , his diction was sound like that of the Britain's

Lorient will be able to help you in your search, I assure you that she is a great professional. -And I am not one to refute that, although I would prefer to have your own expert eye. I do not master the language very well, so it would be more comforting for me to have someone who understands me as well as I can understand him. - The detective asked respectfully. His tone of voice was reminiscent of an English aristocrat from times gone by.

Evеn thоugh his fіѕtѕ аrе clenched, hіѕ vоісе іѕ саlmеr now. “Detective, уоu have mу wоrd оn оnе thing. Whеn thіѕ оvеr, I’m coming fоr уоu. I’m соmіng hаrdеr thаn уоu’vе еvеr seen аnd I’m not coming аlоnе.”

“Yes, of course, I understand this, Miss Beecham.” Beatrice frowned. “How do you know who I am?” Cotteridge laughed despite its incongruity. “Let’s just say that I’m informed, up to a point. But I am a detective, and I’m more than capable of getting to the bottom of things all by myself. Stories are exactly that, tales to be told. The skill is to determine what is and isn’t true; what is and isn’t fact.” “Why do you need to speak to my mother?” Patience said.