Detectives Novels & Stories

Startled, Abby quickly recoiled, a frown already settled into her forehead. One of them, an older man, digs into his pocket and holds out a wallet containing a badge. “ I'm Detective Von and this is my colleague Detective Sharon.” Unlike the man, Sharon looked mean— like she was already judging Abby. “Can I help you?” Abby asked, her tone cool. “I'm in a hurry right now.” “We're actually investigating a case and we thought we'd talk to you. You're Abby Winster, correct?” Shit, they knew her name. Abby was close to going into panic mode but instead she held her composure.

I didn’t see he was right behind her. “People, we are not here for that. Ms Williams or shall I say Mrs Jones, I am detective Rogers from missing persons. I just want to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of Mr Nick Jones, your husband.” Then there was that. Nick and I were still married, and the wife is always the number one suspect.

His brows furrowed, and he asked in an uncomfortable, sharp tone: — And who might you be? The man answered steadily, opening his jacket to reveal his badge: I'm Detective Mohammed, Deputy Public Prosecutor. A tense silence followed, broken only by Malik's heavy breathing. The moment stretched on, a silent test, until Malik finally turned aside, clearing a path, and said slowly:

he said. "Okay." He threw the wrappers away. My phone went off on the table. Unknown number. Different configuration from all the others. I picked up without thinking. A woman's voice. Crisp. Official. "Ms. Reyes. This is Detective Inspector Holt from the financial crimes unit." A pause. "We've been going through the documentation filed yesterday. We have some questions." Another pause. "And we have a development we think you should know about before it goes public." "What development," I said.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

“Good morning to you all ,my name is Detective Jones and with me is my partner, Detective Maria and we are from Almond city's police department and as you all know, members of your company's board have been recent victims of brutal murders and it is our sole duty to protect the rest of you. So if you have any information,you can tell us now” After his speech,the room became noisy with murmurs "should we tell him?" One of the board members whispered. “no, he must not know” his partner replied. Detective Jones looked at each of them one after the other and noticed that they seemed to be hiding something from him,they looked perturbed and some scared yet they acted like everything was fine. “Do

He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspecting you, is he?"

“What are you on about?” “Detective Murphy and detective Leonard were never assigned to be partners from their precinct. They became partners the day they found Loretta’s corpse. Detective Murphy worked with state security in Fallout city, while Detective Leonard worked for the local police.” Derik didn’t seem to understand what vital information Alex was trying to pass on. He was feeling more puzzled by the moment.

The fluorescent lights flickered ominously in the dim interrogation room, a solemn temple of truth where shadows danced on beige walls. The accountant Henry sat hunched over the steel table, his palms sweating against its cold surface, struggling under a barrage of intense scrutiny. Detective Hayes, a seasoned investigator known for his dogged determination, leaned forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Henry’s anxious face. Behind him, two members of his team—Officer Kelly and Sergeant Ramirez—stood ready to catch any trace of deception.

Cornelis stands behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder, as Donna eyes the two people. “My name is Florence Hamilton, and this is my partner, Joseph Stevens,” the detective says. “We are the detectives investigating the death of Judge Rover,” she says, and I nod as Donna smiles. “My name is Donna Johnson, and this is Cornelius Conrad. We are representing the best interests of our client, Miss Flores,” Donna says, and both detectives nod as they sit in front of us, placing a folder on the table. Both detectives open their files and read what’s inside. I have no clue what they’re reading, but I k