Detective Novels & Stories

When she pulls the door of her own vehicle to close, he holds it, preventing it from closing and says, “I heard every one of your words..., but I also noticed your body language and, through it you spoke more than through your words. Honey, this detective is very experienced and, if he read your gestures... which I don't doubt, that could have been more than enough for him to go ahead. This is a shame, because accepting his invitation was supposed to put an end to the case, but it seems that you made some “reticence’s…”, believes the lawyer, demonstrating dissatisfaction with the result of the conversation with the investigator. Meanwhile, still in the interro

Julien asks and the detective takes a deep breath, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest as she looks directly at Julien. “The detective was related to the aggressor, and he didn’t make it known, and when the reports reached the judge, there was evidence missing and there were some distorted facts, I am here to correct everything and make things right,” she says and I believe in her. “I hate a man that thinks because they have money they can control everything and get away with murder, under my investigation that won’t happen, I won’t rest until he is behind bars for what he did to you,” she says

I'm feeling what Barbie feels when she is transferred to another realm overnight in her sleep. I jumped out of bed and started my inspection, following the rules of what a detective movie character would do. Rule one, make no noise, don't tip your captive. Rule two, look carefully with your open mind. You can't miss a small detail which can be proved helpful later. Rule three, recurring the incidence exactly before the event you sure will get a clue which you must have ignored before. Rule four, don't act rashly or over-smartly. First, analyze the situation, think about the pros and cons.

Anyways, that was not his business, his only job here was to carry out a very judicious interrogation in finding out what really went down back there in the streets. The detective was a tall man with dark skin and bald head. he was lanky and had a funny moustache. He wore a black suit and tie, held a couple of filed paper works in his right arm and had a cigarette stick, stuck within the grip of his fingers. Evidently, that’s what was probably causing the rough packs of wrinkles that were bunched on his face. “hello there” he said as he drew out a chair from the desk to sit on. “my name is detective Cabrini and I’m here to ask y

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

He turned when he heard a knock on the door, expecting it to be medical personnel, but it was a detective who he was familiar with. Detective Dennis Barber had been with the NYPD for twelve years. He was known for being thorough on cases when others thought there was no foul play. When Dr. Garnier had called and said her findings were inconclusive on if Natalia Crawford had been pushed or not, it had piqued his interest. Then she added that Hayden Sumner was her boyfriend and stated he may know of people who wanted to harm the young woman. Dennis knew he had to take this case. He had worked with Hayden before and knew he was one

I responded immediately. He laughed at that, but then took on a serious pensive look. That rattled me a bit. Gboyega was never pensive, he was always smiling and carefree. "You need a detective and I know just the one. He's very good at his job too. Very discreet. He's like a blood hound. He'll dig up all the dirt on anyone, even details that have been hidden in the past." I looked at him, understanding hit me at his words. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He probably used him to get dirt about people he did business with.

Her companion or considering their situation, he was nothing just a. 'Good Samaritan?', the voice in his mind his laughed at him. "SHUT UP!!" Vincent yelled and kicked the table fiercely, it crashed on the wall with a loud thud. "Planning to bring the whole building down today Chief?" Vincent swiftly turned back hearing the familiar sneering tone. "What do you want Matt?" Introduction: Matteo Valentino -29 years old -Senior Detective in Central Police Department (CPD) -Also known as the 'Budding Genius'

“I’m fine. And who are you?” “Ah, forgive me.” He flashed her his badge that was attached to his hip. “I’m Detective Hanson. I’m working on your case.” He looked over to see Kenji a hint of recognition coming to light. He looked back to Emma Jean. “Is it alright to discuss it in front of him?” She nodded her head. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be? He stayed with me since the attack so go ahead proceed.” Kenji watched the detective trying to figure out what that was all about. The man seemed familiar to him but he couldn’t place from where. He chose to stay silent hoping that he would hurry and bring up the bad news.

the female detective called for confirmation. "Yes?" she responded. He brought out his badge immediately "Detective Rowland. You are under arrest for the... "