Detective Skills Novels & Stories

He had a penchant for sneaking into places, and hearing the right things at the right time. Meanwhile T-Rex was a refugee player that had trained in basic police work in both his old and new life. It was originally his goal to become a highly-paid bodyguard for the wealthy. But he found that he had a real head for numbers, and ended up investigating financial crime instead. He was also in his late 20s, and was a beast of a man - tall, extremely muscular, and square-jawed. He looked like he could break people by accident. Locke was a former detective, and he had a whole rack of skills they needed, from surveillance to deductive logic. He was in his late 40s, and had graying blond hair. He was

“Works for humans too, usually, but Scott’s able to suppress his scene. I can’t pick up anything from him at all other than his, well, basic identification.” She frowned. “Is that like at Marshal Kim’s cottage, that ‘hollow smell you picked up?” I nodded slowly, surprised at myself for not having connected those dots before. “It’s not the exact same skill, but it’s in the ballpark.” “So, perhaps, well.” “Yes?” “Is there a way you can investigate whether you have enough to publically accuse him before you publically accuse him?” I nodded. “Yes.” I thought about it. She was right.

"No need to doubt my identity, Odelia. I’m sure Mrs. Wang has already told you about me. In fact, I have a good relationship with her. As for my professional skills, you’ll soon see for yourself." "Alright, I want you to follow someone." "Your fiancé, Lambert, right? You want to know if he’s still in contact with his wife, Lydia?" The detective’s knowing smile made Odelia uneasy. Her face darkened with suspicion. "How do you know? I haven’t told you yet." The detective shrugged. "No need to be nervous. In this line of work, it’s standard to do a background check on the client before meeting. Plus, I’ve studied a bit of psychology. Your reaction confirms my guess. Now, can we discuss the deta

he asked. Claire, the lead detective gave a report, “we have managed to inform and circulate his picture to every precinct in the city and we expect their full support,” she summarized. “Do they know what they are dealing with exactly?” Michael, the captain continued. “All they know right now is that, the suspect is highly evasive, skilled and extremely dangerous,” Johnson explained. “I thought the hunter said to keep information about…the undead to ourselves,” Hills highlighted. Claire looked at Hills, “don’t you ever call her that again. She has a name,” she warned.

he brisked followed the direction of her hand. The first training as a detective was to watch out, in every crime scene, the criminal would always return to scout the scene. It was the basics of his idea. The criminal undercover. He believed the reason he stood out amongst his colleagues was his unique ability to kill and he was always the first to reappear on his crime scenes, taking indebt analysis. He always had the headstart to clear every evidence if he had slipped on any.

"Detective Stone, have you forgotten what I do for a living?" She had a knack for reading people, and it was something she excelled at. "Have you never once considered working in this line?" Danny asked. If her observation skills were used on criminals, they would definitely solve more crimes with half the effort. Giselle was born to do this! The two chatted for a little while longer. Giselle waited for the woman's family to arrive before she left. She had already reached the entrance when someone suddenly called out to her. "Madam… I'm really grateful for what you did!" the woman said.

His masterpiece had to be preserved for all the ages, for the generations that would be evolved enough to understand and appreciate it. Outside, the fox pounced; then, a second later, it allowed the wriggling rodent to escape for a few staggering steps before pouncing again. A quick kill left no time to savor, gave the hunter no chance to improve his skills. Then the fox’s ears flicked, and in the next instant, it snatched up the vole and darted into the stand of barren bushes. Sullivan’s black sedan rolled down the dirt road at last. The detective had come alone. He would. He was that cocky. A good hunter knew his prey and used its weaknesses.

He had a way of cutting through my thoughts, exposing my doubts, my fears, my vulnerabilities, and yet he remained infuriatingly calm, infuriatingly in control. The detective cleared his throat. “We’ve been over the footage, the witnesses, the timing. There’s nothing that stands out. Whoever did this knew exactly how to avoid leaving evidence. They’re careful, deliberate, and they’re still out there.” I clenched my fists under the table, knuckles aching. “Then we keep searching. We keep going until we find them. No matter what it takes.”

Now sheÕs back on that particular track. She sat in front of the computer that had stopped running but had left her some nibbles to follow on the screen. SheÕd input every little detail from the scene, but as a seasoned detective, she knew which ones should stand out. She knew most people never committed the same crime exactly, but there was always something that didnÕt differ, no matter how many times the perpetrator struck.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"