Detective Skills Novels & Stories

He told me that having a good poker face was key to being a good detective. "People don't want to hire no happy-ass lookin' detective; cheesin' hard and shit. They want a hard lookin' son-of-a-bitch that can kick ass and take names." He said. What's happening, my man? Hernan's voice sounded in my head. I need to ask you some questions about a case I've just landed. It is a little out of my realm of knowledge, so I wanted to pick your brain for a bit. A case that is out of your realm of knowledge? The great Kaier Vrix? That's impossible!

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 sighed in relief, when she placed her head on his shoulder and allowed him to give the comfort that he was offering. Billy started pacing around and in exasperation said, "This isn't enough. How am I going to stop these killers without any information?" Without thinking, Finn said, "How about some good old detective work there Billy? Trace the money and look at electronic trails. You'd be surprised at what people can't cover up because of today's electronic records." Billy snapped, "So you think your sheriff now?"

More like, the kind of place where people minded their business and didn't ask questions. The detective himself looked like the kind of man who'd seen too much. Let's say he would be in his mid-forties maybe. Sharp eyes that didn't miss anything. The way he sat, shoulders relaxed but alert, told me he'd done this a hundred times before. "Like you already said, I am the best in the first. And I don't do less, I give you exactly what you want and that's made me stand out in the security service. Just let me know the exact thing you want and you have to trust me because I don't disappoint."

as the detective began “my name Is detective Wallace illorh, from the L.S.P.D . some of you seated in this room might know me from prior professional affiliations or engagements in the past, but for the sake of those who don’t , I’ll give you two specific details about myself that I deem very important in our relationship if we are going to be working together. Number one is ; I am a very easy going person , until when I’m not and that would be when my subjects fail to exhibit dedication to the progress of the work at hand. My work!” She took a moment to examine the faces of everyone in the room just to be sure her dick swinging techniques were being effective. From the silence that erupted

Leo asked, making the detective pause for a moment. "We're having a bit of difficulty finding the perpetrator's fingerprints because this was clearly done intentionally. Someone intended to harm you. However, the person is very skilled and seems to be highly experienced in doing this, because we didn't find a single fingerprint on your car. Their work is very neat and meticulous," the detective explained, making Leo massage his temples. His efforts to uncover the culprit seemed to hit a dead end. Leo really wanted at least a clue to expose the culprit, as did Alana, who felt disappointed with the investigation that yielded no results. However, the next moment they could regain hope when the

Five years ago, when Livy's mother, Jane, was murdered, along with Livy's father, the Assistant District Attorney. "You were recommended by the professor months ago, if that is any consolation," Ms. Smith grins. "He recognized your ability to see patterns that even he misses, and your shrewd analytical skills. He also knows that you have an unwavering sense of justice and a desire to seek the truth. All of these are qualities we want in an agent." "But I'm not an agent," I laugh. "I've never been in any kind of secret organization. I can't change my appearance or speak a dozen languages. I can hardly fire a gun."

He tried to think of a method to help Caiden think more clearly and to defuse the situation, but nothing came to him. Caiden stopped and met Nate's eyes as he asked, "Tell me what you heard on the call." "Nate, what difference will it make?" he questioned irritably. "Are you gifted at making assumptions based only on sounds?" He cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, and answered, "I don't, Alpha. But as a detective, I've learned to uncover details through noises." Surprised by Nate's answer, Caiden widened his eyes at him. With a hard gulp, he closed his eyes and tried to think back on what he had heard. "Something heavy closing and Sterling yelling could be heard."

It was so precise they were betting it was done with a surgical instrument by a surgeon. Alexander walked among them unseen to the human eye. As he moved through their midst, he noticed that some of the detectives were more sensitive than others. One or two of them shivered unexpectedly, looking around to see where the cold draft came from. Computers could make things much more dangerous now. With their ability to trace everything from DNA to voice to fingerprints, they could make the job of concealing evidence of supernaturals extremely difficult.

Yet, my focus remained fixed on the footprint before me. As the senior detective on the case, I had a reputation for my sharp observation skills and unwavering dedication. I had dealt with my fair share of strange cases, but this one gave me an eerie feeling. I knew I had to tread carefully, for the truth often hid in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered.