Detective 소설 & 이야기

His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with. His voice was deep and commanding, and every word he spoke carried a weight of authority. Alexa nods slowly, her heart racing. "No, I don't. Is there something wrong?" The detective pulls out a notepad from his pocket and flips it open. "I'm Detective Williams. I've been investigating the recent burglaries in the area, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." Alexa furrows her brow, trying to remember if she saw anything suspicious in the neighborhood. "Sure, I'll help in any way I can. What do yo

And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity. Jess noticed another detective trailing behind the woman, a man she guessed to be in his fifties. There was something familiar about him, a figure she had seen before but never interacted with. He was the head detective, renowned for his remarkable investigative skills. Though Jess knew little of the man, one thing was clear—she needed to keep her distance. Still, her curiosity held her gaze on them, unwilling to let go of the scene unfolding before her.

"What if it doesn't?" "We'll figure it out," the detective said. "We'll find another way. But for now, let's focus on getting through with the first step. Let's be positive and hope that everything works out. Let's pray, and as well hope, that Allison keeps to her end of the deal." The detective brought his phone out of his pocket. "I have a very good friend who is a news broadcaster. We joke a lot, so don't think of him as unprofessional when we begin to speak," he informed me.

I didn’t see he was right behind her. “People, we are not here for that. Ms Williams or shall I say Mrs Jones, I am detective Rogers from missing persons. I just want to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of Mr Nick Jones, your husband.” Then there was that. Nick and I were still married, and the wife is always the number one suspect.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered, already annoyed. “Gorde.” A man’s voice, low, with that unnerving cadence that made my bones twitch. “Detective. I hear you’re sniffing in places best left untouched.” I didn’t flinch. “Depends. Who’s watching?” “You’ll know soon.” He hung up. Just like that.

Streetlights reflected against wet roads while traffic crawled slowly through downtown. Detective Raymond Cole drove quietly through the city with one hand on the wheel. The station had drained him today. There are too many lies. There are too many rich names. There are too many things not adding up. Mallory Allison. Alejandro Romero. Jace Norman. And somehow— A woman who apparently didn’t exist. Cole stopped at a red light and rubbed his tired eyes briefly. Then suddenly— His phone buzzed beside him. Unknown Number. He frowned slightly before opening the message.