Detective Mha Novels & Stories

"Oh, and look who we have here…. Marcus Dominick," I turned to see who raised the alarm and unfortunately it was Sharma Atluri, the Detective from India. His cheerful smile creeped me out. I didn’t know if his greeting was a sign of peace or if he was only another opportunity for new discovery. The last time we had a conversation, it didn't end well. I still recall the words and his suspicions that the culprit of these crimes could also be part of the investigation. That was a clear message to me and I wonder if he had found anything yet.

The cop says with a sideways grin. “I was going to eat it before you touched it with your filthy hands.” Fernando reaches a wet napkin for me to take and I wipe my hands. “Now if you’ll excuse me, officer, I have more important places to be.” I start to stand but he grabs my attention with his next words. “What do you know about a missing doctor?” I raise my eyebrows and fall back in my seat again. “I have not seen anything on the news about a missing doctor so what should I know anything?” My mind works to try and find the missing link that has notified the authorities so shortly after Dr. Catherine Ross’ disappearance. Maybe it is that creep asking around.

Then black. Is Malachi dead? I scrambled for my purse that was on the nightstand. I dump everything on my bed. Lipstick, compact, and Phone. No wallet. I didn’t bring it. My phone is dead. Of course it is. I jam the charger in with shaking hands and wait for the screen to light up. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing from Amelia. Nothing from anyone who should be losing their mind that I disappeared from a crime scene. I was about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hand. Someone was calling but it was a private Number.

I watch the policeman unfold from the vehicle. He is a huge man, bigger than Massimo. He is chubbier and he looks way older. He seems strangely very happy. His partner remains inside the car. I can hear the faint crackle of a radio drifting out from behind. I realise it's the most ordinary sound I have heard in hours. As the officer draws nearer the question leers even louder and my hands begin to shake like leaves being swatted by strong wind. Are you really going to report him to the police?

“But yes, maybe detective too. You’ve been living like marble, Haze. Time to move again.” Hazel almost smiled. It had been so long since someone had spoken to her without caution, without the hushed reverence that came with her name. “And what exactly do you think we’ll find?” “I don’t know.” Mia tore a piece of croissant, popped it in her mouth. “But I know how men like him work. They like to feel unobserved. We’ll observe.” Hazel tilted her head, regarding her with interest. “You sound like you’ve done this before.”

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

a deep voice inquired. “Yes, it is. Who is this?” Alex replied, his heart racing. “My name is Detective Harris. I’m with the Maplewood Police Department. I have some information regarding the accident that took your parents’ lives.”

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.

I concluded that we were inside a truck. I felt a soft touch on my shoulder and slowly looked at the woman behind me. She still looked worried, and it seemed like she knew me. She moved slightly closer. "Susana, don’t you remember anything? You ran away last night, and the boss searched the whole village for you. They found you unconscious in your apartment." I frowned at what she said. Unconscious in my apartment? A flashback suddenly appeared in my mind. Suzanne made me smell an intoxicating perfume, and after that, I couldn’t remember anything. My senses tingled as I tried to recall what had happened that night.

Liam sneers and frowns. Derick adds as he eats his spaghetti and egg, "Calm down..... I have an offer to make." "What's the deal all about?" Liam says after a long silence. Liam inquires as he passes Derick a blue file. "You see, we have some retirement in our private affairs, therefore we're trying to get some young folks out of our organisation," Derick explains, gesturing to the file with his palm. "Well, I see, but what's the matter with you? You never came after the general died, and he earned quite a profit before having a mental collapse," Liam counters. "Dude, it was a murder case....we stayed quiet so as not to tarnish our firm's reputation in front of General Hugo...she is a lege