Detectives Novels & Stories

I noticed Mia's face was set into a frown. "You got a lot to explain" Ryder declared. I gulped. ¤¤¤ "Greetings, I am Detective Ryder and this is my partner Detective Jason" Ryder stated adjusting his 'detective hat' while pointing at Jason who is drumming his pen in his notebook---which had a Peppa Pig drawing on the cover by the way. "So we are going to ask you a couple of questions and we expect you tell us the truth" Jason announced. I rolled my eyes.

the detective replied confidently, "Five minutes and I'll get everything I need." The doctor glanced at Damien who gave him a curt nod as a go ahead. The detective stepped closer to Diego and said softly, "Mr Bernadi, I am Detective Stanley from criminal affairs division. I just need to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you." "Miss Lana." Damien breathed painfully, "Miss Lana, where is she?" "That's what we'd like to know, Mr Bernadi," The detective answered. He held on to the bed rails and leaned in closer to Diego, "We know what she did to you but we'd like to hear the details from you as well,"

How did all of this get so out of control? Two detectives came in. One was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. The other was probably in his early thirties. He could tell immediately that the older one would be playing the role of bad cop. He had a scowl on his face that was only partially hidden behind his bushy mustache. They both sat down across from Rome, and the old man shuffled a stack of papers loudly before he cleared his throat and said. “Mr. Verona, I’m Det. Michael Bassett. This is Det. Terry Short. We’re, uh, sorry about your friend. You were good friends with Mark Hutio. Is that right?”

"Yes, who is this?" "This is Detective Sarah with the Sacramento Police Department. We need you to come down to the station immediately. You're being investigated for fraud and prostitution."

I can’t tell, but it makes my stomach twist. Maverick narrows his gaze. “Who are the other detectives on this case?” “I’m the lead,” Hanks says stiffly. “I didn’t ask that,” Maverick replies smoothly. “I asked who the other detectives are.” Hanks hesitates. “Uh… Assistant Detective Mills and Detective Simons.” “Good,” Maverick says. “Then we’d like to speak to Detective Simons as well.” Minutes later, Simons walks in... warm, approachable, the exact opposite of Hanks.

"I found an incriminating piece of evidence that the murderer left behind yesterday!" Everyone was excited. To save time, I started leading them straight to the suspect's house, explaining, "The crux of this case is the murderer's use of the knife this time…" However, the moment I stepped outside the headquarters, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out and took a look. Immediately, the latest headlines burned a hole in my eyes. "Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!"

James introduced himself and Dane, "I'm Detective James, and this is my partner, Detective Dane. May we come in?" Trisha looked scared and asked, "Did we do anything wrong?" Dane observed, "I don't know, you tell me. You seem flushed." Alicia appeared, saying, "Hey, girl, who's at the door?" The detectives entered, and Dane said, "Ahh, you must be Alicia. Our files say you guys are roommates." Trisha warned Alicia, "They're cops." Alicia responded, "We don't know nothing. We didn't do nothing."

Luca nodded. “I’m Detective Harlan, assigned to the case surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s incident and the late Mr. Paolo Virelli.”

Despite every rational reason not to. She needed answers. Needed clarity. Needed something. The parking garage felt cold. Concrete. Steel. Flashing emergency lights. The atmosphere alone felt wrong. A sheet covered the body. Police officers moved around it. Photographing. Documenting. Investigating. One detective approached Julian immediately. Middle-aged. Serious. Tired. "We have a problem." Julian's expression didn't change. "I've noticed." The detective didn't smile. Didn't react. "You're going to want to see this."

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.