Detective Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

"I have contacts who might know more about the Sparrow's recent movements." Mendoza nodded approvingly. "This is exactly why the triad approach works. Detective Blackwood's supernatural senses, Detective O'Connor's human investigative techniques, and Mr. Thornwood's connections in the supernatural community." "We'll need access to the body," Casie said, slipping easily into case-planning mode despite the surreal circumstances. "And the crime scene." "Already arranged," Mendoza confirmed. "Dr. Helena Vasquez at the morgue is one of us—a dhampir with exceptional forensic abilities. She's expecting you within the hour."

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

someone asked from the back. "Detective Rodriguez's transferred to Alaska after his family received death threats. Detective Kim died in a car accident that wasn't an accident. Detective Tim took an early retirement after someone mailed him photos of his daughter in her kindergarten class." Morrison's jaw tightened. "This organization doesn't play. They eliminate all their threats efficiently and permanently." He didn't even act like he had heard what the guy said. The room quiets at his last words, leaving a strange sense of foreboding in the atmosphere.

I'm trying to make a point that I can do whatever the other officers do. Being a woman doesn't make me any less of a professional detective, after all. I sit down the bed and repeatedly mix my coffee with a spoon, still spaced out. I haven't open the folder he gave me earlier. It's probably a serious one since he said it himself that there are still no leading suspect for the case. And I'm kind of hoping it would be serious enough. A real case, this time. - I got myself out of bed before the alarm rings, which I guess is a good sign comparing to what happened yesterday.

The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles.. Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many. This book will be published is series. Each season a book of it's own. Character mining

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

“Just don’t disappear too far. I want both of you back later.” Quinn nodded absently before walking away from the alley, Damian following close behind. The rain from earlier had left the streets damp and shining beneath the grey morning sky. Quinn slowed near the quieter side of town, finally stopping beside an old bookstore she vaguely remembered from years ago. For a minute neither of them spoke. Then Damian glanced sideways at her. “You know, normal people usually deal with emotional trauma by sleeping.” Quinn crossed her arms lightly. “And normal people usually don’t follow detectives into murder investigations.”

For the first time in years, nobody knew what to investigate. Nearly three hundred kilometers away, a man sat alone inside an office where silence had become a trusted companion. The room contained no trophies, no framed certificates, and no decorations meant to impress visitors. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves held volumes on psychology, behavioral science, computer engineering, criminal investigation, philosophy, and artificial intelligence. Three large monitors illuminated the room with a cool blue glow, reflecting across thoughtful eyes that had learned long ago that the loudest answers were often hidden beneath the quietest details.

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”