Detective Novels & Stories

But the most mouth dropping fact was that each of them read null. I snapped my head up at the detective and glared at him. "Is this some kind of joke?" I spat. The detective shook his head. "I honestly wish it was," He sighed with a grim look on his face. "Why is there no information about Elliott?" Felix asked. "That is what I would like to know too. I did my research as precise as I could and I still could not find anything on him. It felt like some higher power was intentionally hiding Elliott's Information."

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.”

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

I edged towards the door and was about to peep through the hole when Davies's firm grip on my shoulder stopped me. “Step back, please.” He said softly. He really wasn't taking any chances. I complied immediately and stepped back as the detective moved towards the door with his hand already on the gun at his waist. He peeped through the peephole for a while. “Mid-thirties Caucasian male, clean shaven, blue eyes.” The detective announced and turned towards me. “That's Myles Voss, attorney at law! You know him?” I knew who it was immediately when I heard the description.

His confidence was palpable, radiating from him like an aura. As he drove, his mind was sharp, analyzing every piece of information he had, piecing together the puzzle in his head. He was a detective, a master of his craft, and he was fully immersed in the task at hand. His phone buzzed with messages and updates. His responses were swift, his focus unwavering. He was dominant in his field, a leader who commanded respect from his team and those around him. The journey was filled with determination, with every action and movement reflecting his expertise. He wasn't just a detective; he was a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

The detective's name is Reyes. He's got a coffee cup in his left hand and a notebook in his right and he looks at me with some kind of suspicion in his eyes, taking in my backpack and my clothes and the fact that I'm kneeling on the road next to a body with my hand on a dead boy's chest. "You knew him," he says. Not a question. "He's my brother."

Rookie Detective Matt Harlan sat at his desk in the noisy precinct, staring at the thick folder in front of him. His palms were already sweaty. This wasn’t some small-time drug dealer or car thief. This was his first real case, and it felt like diving headfirst into the deep end.

"Meglio stare attenti a Dashkov; sei un uomo morto!" (Better watch out Dashkov; you're a dead man!) ................................ Detective Jones, a mob of messy hair all over his face, went through a folder in front of his desk for the fiftieth time. None of it made sense. It was missing a very important variable but he still couldn't put his hand on it. He'd even taken the work with him to his apartment, hoping he'd be able to think better, but nothing came. Nothing made sense. He took another sip from his mug of hot cocoa,

Derrick walked on without responding and Chad followed him. "A friend of mine told me that you were the detective in charge of a murder case eight years ago.” Derrick stopped on track. “My friend’s name is Ethan Dantes. The case was about a family that was murdered in one night, husband and wife, a missing child whose body was later found in the woods...dead.” Derrick turned to face Chad immediately. He stepped closer to Chad and whispered. "Why are you in Idaho?" Chad covered the gap left between them and bend over to whisper into his ears. "I am a secret detective reinvestigating the case. That child is alive and she demands j