Novel & Cerita Detective Series

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.”

“That was the day before yesterday, you have been unconscious since then and a day has passed. Today is Monday.” Chester mouthed an “oh” and turned to look at the TV, the headline caught his attention with its big red letters, it said; New York Senior Police Detective Under Arrest For Serial Murders. “The New York senior police detective, Detective Aiden Shaw has been arrested for the murders of seven young girls over the years. Detective Aiden Shaw had been the detective in charge of solving the murder cases along side his partner, Detective Tia Sparrow. Following evidences presented by his partner, Tia Sparrow, which had him confessing to committing the crimes, Aiden Shaw was arrested yest

, tries to avoid the subject at hand. “Anyway...” says the detective, “the case I'm investigating doesn't revolve around whether or not you've been attacked, thank God. Because cases like this tend to be very complicated when the possible victim defends the most likely aggressor... The case itself concerns the crimes of torture with aggravating homicides, and a possible case of serial murders... I want to make it clear to you and your lawyer that my objective is to show that behind a good man there can be mysteries that only those who are very close can see.

It was a bright sunny weekend, most people lay at the comfort of their home. Some went on to the Beach just to relax because it's summer season. But that wasn't the same for Miss Ottiline Levine, A detective who life was centered on catching criminals and serial killers "Sir! There are several evidence against you and I really think you should give up trying to escape!" Ottiline Levine bent and hugged her knees while looking at the Criminal that was standing at the edge of the rooftop.

the detective answered, his voice gruff but alert. “How far have you gone with the investigation?” Derek asked, an unsettling tension threading through his tone. “Oh, right,” the detective responded, “I did find something interesting. The company’s checkbook has a new entry that doesn’t align with any of your official transactions.” Derek's brows drew together. “I’m not talking about the checkbook,” he replied sharply. “I asked you to look into Charlie Fraser.” Yet, despite himself, his curiosity was piqued. He already knew every recent transaction was tied to embezzlement. So why was this new entry particularly significant?

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.

Every day is like The Purge for us. People are hoarding around the station. Family of the two murder victims and the two missing women. Reporters who feed on chaos for scoops are also swarming outside the station. We've been featured on news programs almost every day. "Detective! Detective Angeles! Can we get a statement?" "Detective, do you have a lead on those murders?" "Do you have a suspect?"

he complains as he grabs his coat from the wall rack. “More than once?” I say with a smile whilst slowly backing into the living room behind me. “Come on, get your breakfast. I’m going to work now so I will see you later. Have a good first day!” He smiles as he opens the front door. “Thanks be safe!” I reply then I dash off into the living room towards the kitchen. My dad is head detective in the police department, so I’m always worrying about him when he goes to work. I get to the kitchen door and open it slowly. I walk in to see my mum and Piper sat at the table, waiting.

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

Then he started growling like a dog, "AND I'M GONNA RIP IT APART, STARTING WITH YOU AND YOUR LIMBS!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming out of no where and all I can see was black. Please make sure there are complete series of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation in wherever I am going. I'm terribly sorry for not having the chance to tell you I liked you, Adam. "EMILY?!" ADAM?! The lights went back on and I gasped when I saw Uncle Patrick lying on the floor with his own pool of blood. And the lights was off earlier; I didn't black out.