Detectives Novels & Stories

Emma pointed at the side of her forehead. "But actually, they are cold-blooded killers," she continued. "I know," said Mike in a low growl. Emma crossed her arms over her chest when facing Mike and Jake. "You two are the NYPD's best detectives. I heard that, but it seems like this case is even more complicated in your hands. How do you guys work to catch someone like Vincent Cox and can't?" said Emma, glaring and mocking. "Doctor, you don't know the problem..." Jake said, starting to feel a bit offended.

There was nothing that these rich folks wouldn't do to stay out of trouble. It was easier to deal with the more common folks who didn't have the money to throw around to free themselves from any allegations. But with rich people, things were a lot more complicated. The hunter could quickly become the hunted and no one would say shit about it. When Detective Camille Adams and her able partner, Detective Jackson Cooper finally set out for Sheraton group of companies where their new suspect worked, they did so with so many doubts. But as they neared their destination, Detective Adams started to lose her nervousness. She had a duty to perform to the people after all. If Edmund Hamiton was guilty

Sierra cleared her throat and sipped on her glass of wine. "What do you do for work again?" After seconds of me not answering my dad, Mhorein decided to step in. "Well, We're police detectives. Actually, Work has been really hectic these few months and we're just happy to be taking a week off for Kalyan." I saw Kalyan smile. "Woah. You solve crimes?" She seemed so facinated. "I've never met real detectives before..." "Kalyan, Dont showcase your ignorance." Sierra looked at her daughter. Mhorein and I just stared at Kalyan. Poor girl.

Character mining The Ds-professional love is about a lesbain detective Jessica carriewhite whose family was murdered by franklin moonlight during her time serving in the military. She then returns forcing her way into the los angeles police were she is hired as a homicide detective to solve murder cases yet her aim is to find the murderer moonlight whose Identity is a mystery.

Trying to act as the husband of the deceased, who's still grieving. “Let them in,” I muttered. My voice was calm like a still water. The lead detective introduced himself—Detective Hart, Internal Investigations. Cold eyes. Firm grip. The kind of man who’d spend hours watching without saying a word, just to see what you’d reveal. “We’ve received a tip pointing us toward a new suspect,” he finally said, his hard gaze fixed on me. “We’d like to ask you a few questions,” he continued. “Of course,” I replied. “Anything I can do to help,” I said as I clasped my hands together.

They are my most trusted colleagues. The detectives shakes hands with Ben and Alfred. I would like to introduce the three of you to my supervisor and the people in charge of this inquiry, Det Mario and Det Miguel. It's an honor to meet the tiger of Asia... Det Mario said. Det Miguel just nods and offers his hand to Gen Ari. Pleasure is mine. Now I want to know what you got. Let's go this way. We have something to show you.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

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,

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”