Detectives Novels & Stories

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

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

A detective dressed in plain clothes emerges out of the home and walks toward the crowd, where reporters stand with microphones pointed at them. "Detective! Detective! What have you discovered inside? Is there any indication that Diego Myers is a drug dealer?" A journalist inquired. 'What,' I whispered to myself, surprised. The detective maintains his composure while not disclosing too much information. Her gaze moves to the home before he addresses the media. "At this moment, we are undertaking a comprehensive inquiry. As of yet, we have unearthed numerous items of interest, but it is too early to draw any conclusions." The detective answered.

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

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

Andy only shrugged, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him as he opened the front door. Two detectives stood on the polished marble floor. One was older, with weary eyes that had witnessed too many tragedies. His face was lined, his posture weary but deliberate. The other was younger, posture precise, his gaze sharp, dissecting every movement, every blink, every twitch as if lies had a scent. Andy’s throat went dry. “Good morning… officers?” “Morning, Mr. Robert,” the older detective said, flashing his badge. “We’d like to ask you and Mrs. Roberts a few questions regarding Aiden’s case.”

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.”