Detectives Novels & Stories

Perfect. “You don’t look too concerned,” he says, trying to sound casual. I finally glance up, slow, deliberate. My gaze lands on him like a knife pressed against skin. He shifts, just a fraction, and that’s enough. I smile inwardly. He’s uncomfortable, and I like it. He drags a chair out and sits across from me. Calm. Calculated. “My name is Detective Burner. I’m in charge of investigating the death of Emma Dalton King.”

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

“There were two detectives who investigated the case back then. Both of them are dead now too.” “Reading the story, That means someone is shutting them up,maybe the Killer” he added. My fingers clenched into a fist. “Send me everything you have.” A few seconds later, my phone buzzed with incoming images. I opened them quickly. The first few pictures were of Ava’s parents, faces I had never paid much attention to before. Then, there were some strangers. “Who are these people?” I asked. “The detectives,” he said. “The ones who died.”

One older, and another younger. “Good evening, Mr Galanis.” The older one said pleasantly, “I am Detective Harris and this is my colleague, Detective Collins.” The younger one, Collins, stood half a step behind him, eyes scanning the interior of the house with quiet professionalism. Gianis felt his mouth go dry. “Good evening,” he replied, forcing a small smile. “Is there something I can help you with, Detectives?” Harris’s gaze flicked briefly past him, taking in the living room, the framed photographs on the wall, the careful order of a house that had not known ease in some time.

Yubi. The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me. The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look. Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest. “Ms. Yubi,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”

I was handcuffed to a metal table. The door opened and two detectives walked in. One was a tall lanky man with a tired face, the other was a woman with sharp eyes. They sat down across from me. "Mr. Hart," the woman said, her voice stern. "I'm Detective Reyes. This is my partner, Detective Carter. We have some questions for you." I looked at them, my mind still foggy. "What's going on? Why am I here?" "You're here because you're a suspect in a very serious crime," Detective Reyes said. "The attempted murder of Damian Moretti."

It was a bright sunny weekend, most people lay at the comfort of their home. Some went on to the Beach just to relax because it's summer season. But that wasn't the same for Miss Ottiline Levine, A detective who life was centered on catching criminals and serial killers "Sir! There are several evidence against you and I really think you should give up trying to escape!" Ottiline Levine bent and hugged her knees while looking at the Criminal that was standing at the edge of the rooftop.

After Eliza left, Destiny and Jake went to the police station to fill out the reports and answer questions, the same questions asked in different ways over and over again. The detective was a wolf that Jake knew in passing and had a good reputation with both the humans and wolves. "Again Detective Clark, I didn't see the man who tampered with the brakes," Destiny said for the 100th time. "And it wasn't a truck you'd seen before?" Detective Clark asked as Diego, a beta from Wolfgang shook his head. He was the sole eyewitness and was fed up with answering questions.

But gathering that evidence meant playing a dangerous game, pretending everything was normal while secretly piecing together the puzzle of Daniel’s criminal empire. Victoria had been her steadfast ally throughout this ordeal, and it was Victoria who suggested they reach out to a contact of hers in law enforcement. The contact, Detective Jessica Ramirez, had a reputation for taking down powerful criminals. Jessica was known for her relentless pursuit of justice, her ability to think outside the box, and her willingness to go after those who thought they were untouchable.

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.