Detective Novels & Stories

I hissed through gritted teeth. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I snatched it up, seeing the name Detective Danvers flash on the screen. Finally. The private investigator. “Detective Danvers, tell me you have something,” I said, not bothering with pleasantries. There was a pause on the other end, a hesitation that made my heart sink. “Victor, I've been digging, but this hacker she's working with—he's a ghost. No digital footprint, no alias that sticks. Whoever this guy is, he’s either the best in the business, or—”

But gathering that evidence meant playing a dangerous game, pretending everything was normal while secretly piecing together the puzzle of Daniel’s criminal empire. Victoria had been her steadfast ally throughout this ordeal, and it was Victoria who suggested they reach out to a contact of hers in law enforcement. The contact, Detective Jessica Ramirez, had a reputation for taking down powerful criminals. Jessica was known for her relentless pursuit of justice, her ability to think outside the box, and her willingness to go after those who thought they were untouchable.

His brows furrowed, and he asked in an uncomfortable, sharp tone: — And who might you be? The man answered steadily, opening his jacket to reveal his badge: I'm Detective Mohammed, Deputy Public Prosecutor. A tense silence followed, broken only by Malik's heavy breathing. The moment stretched on, a silent test, until Malik finally turned aside, clearing a path, and said slowly:

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

Arabella smirked slyly, “Then why don't we hand the evidence over to the police and let them investigate it themselves.” “Come in.” The door creaked open as two detectives stepped into the room, their eyes quickly scanning the space. Gavin hurried in behind them, his face tight with worry. The taller of the two gave a small, polite nod. “Good afternoon. I’m Detective Harris, and this is my assistant, Cole.” His gaze moved slowly across the faces in the room as he flashed his badge, attentive, but not unkind. “We received word that someone here wanted to report a crime.”

Damien's recent activities filled several pages. His financial records. His phone history. His recent travel. Nothing had been overlooked. "We're treating him as a person of interest." I nodded once. "Continue." The detective opened another page. His expression grew more serious. "We also discovered repeated contact between Damien and a known criminal intermediary." The room became noticeably quieter. One investigator immediately looked toward me. No one said anything. I continued reading the report without changing my expression. "What was the purpose of the contact?" "We're still verifying it."

He stood up when he saw me. "Good morning too. Are you Ruthie Bernaldez?" "Yes, I am." He held out his hand to me, which I immediately reached. "I am a police investigator. I'm Detective Gaston." He let go of the handshake and sat in the chair opposite mine. There is a wooden coffee table between us. I swallowed and nervously looked at him. "How can I help you, Sir?" The detective cleared his throat before he spoke. He sounded very careful. "I just have a few questions for you."

He's a detective and his job is to detect lawbreakers without the public knowing it but he's tasked to do it with a team, and a family of building fear is hanging upon his shoulder. Detective Won Kenji is aware that one of the family members was a killer, many have died in Collin Beaver's hand but his past condition release all the negativity he had in him. Now, all he wants to do is to help them, for in fact, Dolora was nice to him back when they were students. Though is means no much for anybody else but this job of him tells him to do so. While still digging on lots of papers on a box, a green folder caught his eyes. "Hello?

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.

Dimitri gave him a respectful salute and said, "I got that, detective. I will investigate her and report back to you as soon as possible." "Thank you, Dimitri," I nodded, appreciating his response. "Look after yourself," I finally said. Dimitri eventually came back to his car and drove away. To be honest, this is my absolute favorite aspect of my assistant. He is interested in discovering clues and conducts investigations, no matter how uncomfortable or unconventional the mission appears to be. Everything has to be a challenge to him. When his car was no longer in my line of sight, I started to look around and caught the chief of police's attention. I gesticu