Detective Novels & Stories

The last person that Tina thought he would find that afternoon was Jordan. He stood with his huge frame with Kunle. They were also surprised that Tina was also in the restaurant, in company of detective Greg. Greg is a well known detective in the field of a private investigator, a lot of other detectives knows him. Often the detectives from the force headquarters sometimes join forces with Greg to achieve a common goal. " Hello detectives Jordan and Kunle" Greg greeted and bowed slightly. He offered his hand and Jordan took it and ne

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

Adler called to the lady standing behind the counter. The lady raised her head at the man with 187cm height. He has tanned skin, thick brows, pointed nose and thin lips. His narrowed eyes are like fox’s, but there’s warmth on it. Wearing a white shirt top with jean jacket and navy blue denim ripped jeans, Adler showed his I.D to the staff. “My name is Adler Blaine, a detective from Major crime investigation team.” As if poured by a bucket of ice, the awed woman was snapped out. She was mesmerized by Adler’s good-looking appearance but after knowing that he is a detective, she felt anxious.

A conversation strikes. "Good day" the detective says looking directly to James(the gatekeeper) "How may I help you" Edwards gatekeeper asked looking at the detective which was properly dressed, having his bag on his hand containing laptop, a wireless GPS device, a pen, notebook and other materials which a detective needs "I am Detective Daniel, I have an appointment with Edward MacDonalds" Detective Daniel replied " Oh! alright..come in" the gatekeeper answers, as he opens the gate for the detective to

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

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

The detective's quest for answers took him through a labyrinth of hidden truths and dangerous alliances. Hidden motives and secrets intertwined as the detective pieced together each fragment of the puzzle. The line between perpetrator and victim blurred, leaving Alfonso and Rose questioning their perceptions and desperate to understand what led to Nicole's tragic end. As Detective Rodriguez delved further into the investigation surrounding Nicole's death, she discovered a sinister truth. The person responsible for her demise was not some shadowy figure lurking in the darkness, but rather someone c

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.