Detective Thriller Books Novels & Stories

VICTIM’S APARTMENT “Captain Jessie” Lucy called out “What? “ Captain Jessie dropped the perfume back in the drawer and closed it “Quickly, come and see” Lucy pointed at the bottom of the bookshelf Jessie walked to where Lucy was and squatted so that she could take a clear look at what Lucy pointed at “Is that a splatter of blood? “ “Yes” The splatter was so small and unnoticeable due to the fact that the color of the bookshelf was dark brown thereby making the dried blood blend with the color of the bookshelf

Don clasped and unclasped his hands on the desk a few times to hide the fact that they were now trembling uncontrollably, no doubt, but Detective Sparks saw it all. As a cop, youÕre trained to know when youÕre on the right track, and when to push forward with a line of questioning that might get you what you want from a suspect. It was obvious that these two were guilty as hell about something or the other. Celia wasnÕt sure if sheÕd expected to find her killer among these two though sheÕd been sure that they at least knew something about what was going on with her case.

“Yes, please and thank you. Cream and sugar. When the coffee was on his table, he turned to me. - Thanks. - It was nothing. Good book? — Yes, I can't stop reading. He held it up so I could see the cover, which had a “dark night and stormy” of a running man. "Do you like suspense?" “Thriller and thriller, the occasional mystery. I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and grabbed one of the markers. from Damien. — So maybe you like this author. In these books, the adventures take place in Australia and it is a series with a police protagonist. There's a touch of the supernatural as well. He looked to either side of the marker, then nodded. - Thanks for the tip. I'll look later.

" I used to see myself as one bright mystery buff, but I got shamed and dissapointed, just the way John Grishams books shames me. All my predictions of the killer was totally wrong, I had four suspects but they weren't the killer. I kept guessing, but I couldn't predict right. I found myself racing towards the satisfying end to find out another story just began, like the ending of the story birthed a new story, and to be honest, I was wowed," "The devil was not who I was expecting it to be, like he didn't even cross my mind. 'Detective Johnson' is a page turner that jolts me anytime I think about it, it is entertaining. I love everything about it, the intriguing title, the setting, the vivid

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

He was a good captain; his career shouldn’t go down the drain. * He watched the detective through his binoculars, the landscape abandoned around them, the ice of the reservoir a shining sheet of diamonds in the moonlight, not a car on the road, as if they were the only two people on earth. They both had their quests. They both had their rituals. Sullivan came to the grave every night. He could almost hear the detective think across the distance. He wasn’t giving up. He wasn’t pulling back. Another thing they had in common. Neither was the type to walk away from a job until it was finished.

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”