Detectives Novels & Stories

“I’ve found an experienced detective, Carson Ritzer, to investigate Aunt May and Emily’s death. I believe that we’ll find out who that ‘master’ is real soon.” Xyla and Jeremy were surprised to hear the detective’s name. Carson was the world’s No.1 detective. He had solved countless bizarre cases. No one else on earth could defeat him. Many of the world’s most sensational murder cases were solved, thanks to him. Xyla felt like they were closer to the truth after hearing his name. Never in her life had she expected Stanley to hire Carson to investigate May’s and Emily’s deaths. As far as she knew, Carson had already retired due to old age.

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with. His voice was deep and commanding, and every word he spoke carried a weight of authority. Alexa nods slowly, her heart racing. "No, I don't. Is there something wrong?" The detective pulls out a notepad from his pocket and flips it open. "I'm Detective Williams. I've been investigating the recent burglaries in the area, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." Alexa furrows her brow, trying to remember if she saw anything suspicious in the neighborhood. "Sure, I'll help in any way I can. What do you want to know?"

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

Arabella smirked slyly, “Then why don't we hand the evidence over to the police and let them investigate it themselves.” “Come in.” The door creaked open as two detectives stepped into the room, their eyes quickly scanning the space. Gavin hurried in behind them, his face tight with worry. The taller of the two gave a small, polite nod. “Good afternoon. I’m Detective Harris, and this is my assistant, Cole.” His gaze moved slowly across the faces in the room as he flashed his badge, attentive, but not unkind. “We received word that someone here wanted to report a crime.”

Well, they were now haunting the community as well. Billy and Anders sat in the conference room at the station and waited as a team was heading in from Madison to support their investigation. The detectives specialize in cyber and monetary crimes and hopefully they would be able to trace Hal's enemy, who is torturing poor Lili. The aroma of a fresh pot of coffee permeated the conference room and Billy, in his agitated state, decided that a good cup of coffee might help distract him as he waited for the other detectives to arrive. Just as he was finishing up, adding the sugar and cream, an officer came in to let him know that th

the detective alerted. “Question?” “Yes! I will ask you this once. Do you know Pablo Picasso?” the detective questioned. "Mr. Michael!" The detective yelled his name. It was as if Michael went through a trauma by just thinking about the question the detective asked. "you know him don't you?" the detective questioned again.

Rookie Detective Matt Harlan sat at his desk in the noisy precinct, staring at the thick folder in front of him. His palms were already sweaty. This wasn’t some small-time drug dealer or car thief. This was his first real case, and it felt like diving headfirst into the deep end.