Novel & Cerita Detective Novel Series

someone asked from the back. "Detective Rodriguez's transferred to Alaska after his family received death threats. Detective Kim died in a car accident that wasn't an accident. Detective Tim took an early retirement after someone mailed him photos of his daughter in her kindergarten class." Morrison's jaw tightened. "This organization doesn't play. They eliminate all their threats efficiently and permanently." He didn't even act like he had heard what the guy said. The room quiets at his last words, leaving a strange sense of foreboding in the atmosphere.

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

The water wasn't high enough there to sweep it away, and the branches of the fallen tree must have protected it from the worst of the rain. I had a handful of messages waiting for me on the phone - one from the credit card company, one from my work, and one from the private detective who I hired to look into Taran Harker. I ignored all but the last one. The detective finally managed to locate Mr. Harker. He was even able to give me his new phone number. Though I've had plenty of other important things to think about these last two days, in the back of my mind, I've been mulling over what to do about this.

I said, skepticism heavy in my voice. "Guys, I don’t think it’s suicide!" Zubby suddenly interjected, moving toward a table where a red velvet cake sat. "The note says so…" Lisa began, but her voice trailed off as she watched Zubby inspect the cake. "This cake is quite suspicious. Everything in this house is old and dusty, like it hasn’t been used in a while. But this cake… it looks new, and it’s half-eaten," Zubby noted, his detective instincts kicking in.

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

CHAPTER 85 New York City police station. "Jill would like to see you one more time, Detective." Noel's words in the final seconds before Jill's sentencing hearing began instantly broke the silence in the white-dominated room. Nicholas, the senior detective chosen by the chief to handle the serial murder case they called 'The Bloody Town Square' should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief. But the hanging truth that he got, actually made him totally uneasy now. How not, while investigating a complicated case, someone came and testified that he was the culprit. He was the one who killed the three victims with unclear motives and modus operandi.

Someday the rest of humanity would grow up to his vision. All he had to do was keep creating and remove things that were a threat to his legacy, Jack Sullivan being at the top of his list. But Sullivan would be wary now. Which meant the next trap had to be even better thought-out with a better bait, something the detective couldn’t resist. * Ashley added another small dab of white to the Prussian blue. No strange visions, no headaches—a good day. She mixed the paint carefully. She had finished four works in the two weeks since she’d promised Isabelle the new series. Her loft was a good place to hide from all the police and FBI agents who’d been coming and going on her property.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.