Detective Rarity Novels & Stories

And so, hand in hand, they delved into the heart of the auction, unaware of the revelations and sacrifices that awaited them, their shared journey just beginning to unfold. Rose's heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself up from the hard, warm surface. The scent of the cologne lingered in the air, assaulting her senses with its strong, spicy aroma. It was a scent she had never encountered before, one that exuded power, mystery, and a touch of danger. Confusion and adrenaline surged through her veins as she tried to gather her bearings. She realized she had stumbled upon something she shouldn't have, and her mind raced with questions. Who was wearing this cologne? Whose territory had

“So, once we shut that down, the business will go down.” “Thank God for small miracles,” Kenzie mumbled. “What does that mean?” Torque asked. “Well, the Corpse Lily is rare, even in Indonesia. Mass producing it would be difficult.” “Not that this isn’t helpful, but how do you know so much about this stuff?” Hatchett asked, his brow furrowing as he scrutinized her. “Books, research,” Kenzie said as she glanced to Cillian as if hoping for his support. “Interesting,” Holden said, more to himself, as he leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.

I asked. “To see detective Rachael solando. She's a forensic psychiatrist.” He rested his hand on the gear. “You have to explicate the situation to her. Joe is smarter than we know. If he notice any detective is after him. He might try unaliving her and bounce on the victim.” I crackle my knuckles. Though I have never heard of her. “Racheal Solando is a forensic scientist. She's one of the top ranked detectives in this country.” Jayden tightened his hands on the seat next to him.

Maybe my nose was playing tricks on me. Until now, we had no clues, but I wasn't ready to give up yet. I pulled out my light scanner. Luckily, I saw something. Near the edge of the alley wall, beneath a crumpled cardboard box, something gleamed faintly. I moved closer and saw a gold cufflink. It looked shiny, clean, expensive and definitely out of place. I bagged it carefully and examined the insignia: a black wolf’s head surrounded by a circle of gold. I had seen it before...somewhere...but where? Nothing clicked in my head. So I pulled out my phone, took a picture of it and used the internet lens.

"Gated community with private security. My clearance should get us through without waiting for local authorities." "What do we know about his collection?" Casie asked Valeria, forcing her mind back to the investigation. "If he specialised in lunar artifacts, it would be extensive and extremely valuable," the former Raven replied. "Items that respond to werewolf energy are among the rarest in the supernatural world; most were destroyed during the Great Hunts three centuries ago." Rick navigated through traffic with increasing confidence in his enhanced reflexes, the SUV responding to his subtle adjustments as though it were an extension of his body. "So if Krane had the Tear, or knew where to

The guys in blue had searched the whole place, but they have deduced that nothing is missing from all the things that were inside John Albert Tristan’s apartment. Jewelries were scattered but there seems to be nothing that was taken, even the chinaware or the furniture. Nothing was missing, nothing was taken. The only thing that the culprit really did was kill John Albert Tristan and leave a warning—- a warning for Auria. “Do we know anything about the victim?” Detective Olive asked towards his people, but Mr. Tevyat tapped his shoulders and pointed to the blonde young man behind them, clearly brimming with a lot of words to say. “Do you need to know anything about the celebrities? You ask h

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”

I played the video. "Bonjour Detectives! Je' m'appele Morse! Haha! If it isnt the selfish infamous Leounet detectives. Let's see if you can be such a saint this time around. I'll give you a clue. Following the nostalgia of the game." He laughed maniacaly, "Raise a toast to us! You've been a good sport" He held a glass cup of what seemed to be wine and took a sip.

Monroe had left. I huffed as I spun around away from him, avoiding the pain in my back since I decided to be stubborn. I heard him sigh but I didn't pay attention to him as I eyed all the cards and flowers on my table. "Cianna?" He called, already sounding defeated as I grabbed the five cards. Two were from Jessica, one from Emily, one from my co-worker and oddly, the last one from Detective Edwards. I then proceeded to look at the flowers, and they seemed to have the same order.

"Oh, my God." I covered my mouth in horrid shock as I take a closer look of the sixth victim. The police are walking around everywhere around the house, pretty convinced that no possible evidences are available. But I beg to differ. In every perfect crime, as father said, there's always a hidden evidence that unintentionally gets away from being seen. Probably because they're too secretive or not that obvious to be given attention to. And as a detective, he said, it's my job to look for it. Not anyone else's.