Detectives Novels & Stories

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.

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

He bowed slightly and left. The inspector general heaved a sigh. He hated to see his officers so clueless. But something was strange; Bob had seemed unbothered. All his years in the bureau, Inspector Akhere has seen many smart and creative detectives but he has seen none like Bob Andrews. Smart, creative, fast, and alert, Bob had built a name for himself as the Detective of Detectives. He used the brains of other detectives and he gets positive results. At first, the inspector felt he was just another control freak, but after a close study of the man he finally understood him.

Until, I saw the badges and guns at their hips. "Natalia, these detectives wish to speak with you. They wouldn't tell me what it was about." He looked at them as if accusing them of something. I slid off the stool because sitting down while they were standing seemed like I was admitting to something and they hadn't even asked any questions yet. "How do you do? I'm Natalia Jacobs. What is this about?" I inquired politely, my southern twang more obvious than usual. "I'm Dective Benson, this is Dective Shaw. We are with the County Sheriff's Department. May we sit down?" The male officer asked as he pointed toward the direction of the living room.

Lord Dragnon asked. “Yes, Father, I'm aware. Our finest detectives are on the case; they are working day and night to try and figure out who or what is causing these deaths,” Robbert replied. “Ohhh, son, are you so blind?” Lord Dragnon asked, squinting his eyes. "What... what do you mean by that?” Robbert stuttered, his heart rate increasing by a little.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

I asked without looking up. The detective rattled off a few names. Some— familiar. Some— vague. Others—totally unknown. From the much I knew of the familiar and vague ones, I made a mental note. Some were predictable. Others? Not so much. Disappointing, but not surprising. Greed was after all a universal language.

There are demons, and he was one of them, he was cruel, he couldn't separate, he did evil, but he wasn't evil. What Robert, who did to me, that, will stay with me for the rest of my life. There were a series of attacks around the city, black women being raped and suffocated, this was happening in the last year, at least, the Delphos company and its specialized and private police were involved in investigating. Ragnar Delphos was the greatest and best detective in the world whose partners were businessmen of a multinational and insurance company that was involved in private investigation to decrease the wave of some species of crimes.

He’s Jillian May, a detective. “I’m Brandon Niall, a detective as well. This time might not be the best approach considering the burial had just finished, but it’s way better to cooperate with us as soon as the incident is still fresh in your mind.” The other man said as he showed them his identification card as well.