Novel & Cerita Detective Series

I can't believe it took me three years to realize that being a detective is a curse. When my father first told me about it, I didn't believe him. Why the hell should I, anyway? All I needed to do was to chase down criminals and study their traces. For such a long time, I only thought about clues, forensic puzzles, and crime interrogation. Now, fuck it. It's my fifth bottle tonight. And I probably wouldn't stop until I knock myself out.

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

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.

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

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

Then it came to me, I remember the case I'm working at and I just need to work instantly. *flashback* "We got little time miss Watson, people are dying out there. We need more evidence as soon as possible. We got no time for lollygagging understand me?!" *end of flashback* I busted out my laptop and start working. I turned on the television on Live News and started waiting for clues. For some reason, I just can't drop off my job. Another gruesome case has been discovered. The killer was moving fast and the police didn't have the chance to catch up. Questions started to flood my head again as I try to comprehend what's happening.

He bowed slightly and left. The inspector general heaved a sigh. He hated to see his officers so clueless. But something was strange; Bob had seemed unbothered. All his years in the bureau, Inspector Akhere has seen many smart and creative detectives but he has seen none like Bob Andrews. Smart, creative, fast, and alert, Bob had built a name for himself as the Detective of Detectives. He used the brains of other detectives and he gets positive results. At first, the inspector felt he was just another control freak, but after a close study of the man he finally understood him.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.