Detective Novels & Stories

Once done, they went back out to discuss the case with Anders and Reinie. "Hi Lili. We are so sorry to bother you this weekend, but we wanted to ask you a few more questions about the case." Anders said before introducing Reinie. "Oh, pardon me for being rude, this is Detective Reinie, who is helping out on the case with cracking all of the computer crimes." Reinie held out his hand and shook Lili's before saying, "Hello, Lili. It is nice to meet you. Sorry that it is under these circumstances."

It was all a mystery. “I went there to visit a childhood friend.” The woman started,”It was in the evening. I was taking a stroll, then a lady bumped into me. I couldn’t really see her face, but I’m certain it was the model. I saw a glimpse, it all happened extremely fast.” The detective raised his chin, he had moved, as if by a concious act of will, into a world in which time was precisely measured, details obsessively noticed, senses preternaturally alert to sound and smell. There was progress in the case finally.

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turn

Something I never intended to use, it was part of the things Dawson hated, but he’d have to choose between this and that. I signaled him to sit back down on his chair, as I relaxed in mine. It was really hard controlling a man like Dawson, what he said just now; he was really damn serious about it. If Dawson resigned, there were high chances he’d keep searching for his sister’s murderers without the help of the police, he was a detective after all. And it’d be fatal, if the LAPD lost a detective like Dawson at this point. He was a very important asset. “There’s only one solution if you must investigate this murder yourself,”

Trying to act as the husband of the deceased, who's still grieving. “Let them in,” I muttered. My voice was calm like a still water. The lead detective introduced himself—Detective Hart, Internal Investigations. Cold eyes. Firm grip. The kind of man who’d spend hours watching without saying a word, just to see what you’d reveal. “We’ve received a tip pointing us toward a new suspect,” he finally said, his hard gaze fixed on me. “We’d like to ask you a few questions,” he continued. “Of course,” I replied. “Anything I can do to help,” I said as I clasped my hands together.

A detective dressed in plain clothes emerges out of the home and walks toward the crowd, where reporters stand with microphones pointed at them. "Detective! Detective! What have you discovered inside? Is there any indication that Diego Myers is a drug dealer?" A journalist inquired. 'What,' I whispered to myself, surprised. The detective maintains his composure while not disclosing too much information. Her gaze moves to the home before he addresses the media. "At this moment, we are undertaking a comprehensive inquiry. As of yet, we have unearthed numerous items of

Lunatte didn’t know what it was. “Detective is still trying to find evidence that Mommy is innocent. Everything has been going smoothly so far.” Adeline nodded her head. “That detective. What’s his name? Is he great? Mommy, are you sure he helped Mommy solve the case?” asked Adeline again. Lunatte chuckled. “He is more than great, Adeline. You need not doubt him.” “Is it true? What’s his name?” asked Adeline again, because the core question had not been answered.

the detective replied confidently, "Five minutes and I'll get everything I need." The doctor glanced at Damien who gave him a curt nod as a go ahead. The detective stepped closer to Diego and said softly, "Mr Bernadi, I am Detective Stanley from criminal affairs division. I just need to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you." "Miss Lana." Damien breathed painfully, "Miss Lana, where is she?" "That's what we'd like to know, Mr Bernadi," The detective answered. He held on to the bed rails and leaned in closer to Diego, "We know what she did to you but we'd l

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.

he continued. I held his gaze, unmoving. “Justice,” I repeated, my voice flat. “Detective what exactly does that look like to you?” “It looks like us doing our job,” he said firmly. “You let us handle this. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be.” I didn’t answer right away, letting the silence stretch. The detective shifted slightly, glancing at Matteo behind me before turning back. “One more thing,” he added. “We suspect this might be tied to some kind of underground activity. Cartels, gangs, something along those lines. And if that’s the case, you’re now on our radar as well.”