Detective Skills Novels & Stories

Brodie might have had more luck tracking down Rachelle, but I barely knew her. I realized I didn’t possess the skills required for the task at hand, not like Brodie did. His instincts were sharp, honed from countless hunts, while I felt like an inexperienced cub, stumbling through the unknown. Not to mention my lack of ability to scent like a werewolf would. Some vampires had such skills, but I alas wasn’t one of them.

I burst out laughing, the sound low at first, then growing bolder as I leaned back in my chair. Gosh… I never knew the cops could be so dumb. This wasn’t hard at all. Not as hard as I thought it would be. Because really……..killing and getting away with it? It wasn’t as difficult as my fear had made it seem. Tell me how the “murderer” was put into investigating the case. How absurd. How….sillly! But it’s me you know. It’s my smart-ass brain. My manipulative skills. The way I read people like they’re an open books, the way I guide them toward the conclusions I want.

Aurum sneered, "Yes, you're right. But she could have done it at a different time. Why did it have to be that evening? She was obviously in a hurry and wanted to contact Shawn immediately!" "Mr. Lefting, this evidence isn't sufficient. It'll let Ms. Park know you're onto her, it'll alert Mr. Wood too." Bang! Aurum's fist hit the desk again. After repeatedly taking deep breaths, Aurum looked up at the detective. His gaze was sharp and ruthless. This was not the graceful gentleman Aurum used to be. "Then tell me, can you find any other evidence?" Aurum asked. The detective's brain spun rapidly. In their line of work, not only did they need strong investigative skills, but they also needed the

I nudged my head towards the top bannister, and he followed my gaze before giving me a weird little nod. I am not the investigator Amun is. He can take the thousands of small threads and snippets of information we uncover and tie them into a bow and point out who, why, and where the criminal is. My nature is more wolfish, a predator that hounds and charges and snaps with fang and claw until its prey is subdued - yet I felt I finally had an idea how to find our killer. If, and I do stress ‘if’, the killer had pushed Estelle off the bannister, it was almost a certainty I would be able to detect their scent on the body unless of course, my girl was the murderer.

“Because detective, our mystery guy here does just the exact opposite of just an ordinary killer would do. His crime scene feels like a battlefield even through the victim didn’t even throw him a punch. It makes him a man because of the strength of his weapon. It does seem very small but it slaughters deep. I think his skills are definitely some of the best military tactics ever taught. They call it off balance and pinning. Trafalgar 1805.” “Are you from the military?” Dannie undeniably inquired basing on how brilliant she was explaining herself. “No detective. I just do a lot of research. Since we’ve been introduced, let get to work and find our man slaughter.” Victor had led his quiet gett

Her back is straight, not moving an inch. "Any ideas, Detective?" "I have sent her image to my team, let's see what they've got," he answered. "But I think I've seen her face before," he added, gently scratching his unshaven chin. "One of my team members said that she's skilled, sir," Jack said, standing next to me. "Her gun was for professionals and her technique was unusual." "Unusual?"

Coughlin continued, "teaching her was a mammoth encounter. But it's continually pleasant to have a scholar who can learn as fast as you can teach." "If I comprehend fittingly," I pressed, "in addition to her gift for logic, she must have had outstanding recall." "Indeed," agreed on Coughlin. "She also had outstanding design-acknowledgement abilities. If I revealed her something once, she would directly clutch the fundamental belief and see how someone could relate to comparable circumstances." "She might have made a fine detective," I suggested.

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

“Because I know what it is to lose family to politics and power plays. And because… I need someone with your specific set of skills.” “Skills?” I laughed bitterly. “I’m a maid, Alpha. I know how to scrub floors and warm beds.” “You survived in the house of a man who executed your father for years without getting killed yourself,” Wulfric corrected. “You observe. You listen. You know how to be invisible. Those are not the skills of a maid, Helen. Those are the skills of a detective.”

Peter said. My wolf howled to see her blood. Dame! She is hurt. Wolves mostly relied on their sense of smell and other instincts for tracking, but I had learned we couldn't rely on just that. Forensic science has much better results. I had invested in and trained my best trackers to use forensics as well. That is why they got accurate information. "And whom does that fingerprint belong to?" I asked. "We need to test that, but I am not sure whom should we test against? "