Novel & Cerita Detective Thriller Books

“Esmerelda, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I don’t know who was more shocked by the words that poured forth from that handsome mouth with eye catching straight and -dentist whitened- teeth. From the look of shock on Melanie and Nora’s face, it was clear that they hadn’t expected such a comment any more than I had. “Esmerelda Sleuth is her full name,” Melanie giggled, with emphasis on my last name of Sleuth. “Here’s the best of it. She’s an investigator! Get it? Esmerelda Sleuth is a sleuth!”

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

She was in for a long day as well. They were wrapping up on a big case today. A man had murdered his wife, and all they needed was his confession. They had the proof, but the guy’s confession would nail him in court. Elizabeth was good at getting suspects to confess, but this guy was a real piece of work. Classic narcissist with terrible misogyny. He was going to be tough to crack, but she knew her presence alone would rile him up. Hopefully enough for a confession.

Together, we form an unlikely trio—Ron, the determined husband seeking the truth; Fulu, the investigator with a knack for uncovering hidden connections; and me, Divine, caught between the love for my family and the need for justice. As we delve deeper into our case, we stumble upon a twist that could rival any crime novel. The motive behind the sudden police interest begins to take shape, and we find ourselves entangled in a web of revenge, power plays, and long-buried secrets. It's as if we've stumbled into a real-life thriller, with Fulu leading us through clues like a master detective.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

And beneath it, I wrote three words: Find the truth. I spent the next year in libraries and courtrooms.I read everything. Criminal codes. Detective novels. Forensic science. Old news clippings. I started attending open hearings downtown — mostly petty theft and drug cases. But sometimes… sometimes I saw something useful.And then one day, I saw him. Raffaele Moretti.

Her deep velvet brown eyes pleaded with me. Guilt slams into me. Hard. The mate bond working its magic, The tether that connects us pulling tighter. But I need answers. I have an Alpha with a dead son breathing down our backs and the body of another werewolf who we still haven’t identified yet. This woman. My supposed mate - is the only person who can give us answers. She's also our main suspect, not just for the theft but for double homicide too. Unless she can prove her innocence.

Killers do this all the time, prolly to scare detectives from finding them. It’s sad they don’t know who’s on the case. I reread the sentence in my mind again and scoffed; shoving the wet business card inside my pocket. The killer was well informed, the text was printed on the card, if it was written, I may have been able to get prints off it or find the owner of the handwriting. However, there was still one thing to do, the person who dropped the card might have prints on it, judging by the smartness of the killer; they might have placed the card using plastic gloves, but there’s no guessing in detective work. I had to run it for prints; now we had two leads, although they might both hit a

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease. I guess not

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.