Detective Series Novels & Stories

“I’ve found an experienced detective, Carson Ritzer, to investigate Aunt May and Emily’s death. I believe that we’ll find out who that ‘master’ is real soon.” Xyla and Jeremy were surprised to hear the detective’s name. Carson was the world’s No.1 detective. He had solved countless bizarre cases. No one else on earth could defeat him. Many of the world’s most sensational murder cases were solved, thanks to him. Xyla felt like they were closer to the truth after hearing his name. Never in her life had she expected Stanley to hire Carson to investigate May’s and Emily’s deaths. As far as she knew, Carson had already retired due to old age.

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

So pack up and let's go! "All right," he said doomedly, rising from his chair. - Do you know anything about the victim? - Nothing, except that it's a girl again. Fourth girl this week. I wonder who needed to kill them in such a cruel way? - I do not know. He shrugged, spreading his arms slightly out to the sides. The men left Detective Jonathan Black's office. The best in the business. On his account there was not a single unsolved crime for all four years that he worked in the police.

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”