Detectives Novels & Stories

THE DETECTIVE'S TESTIMONY LUCIEN'S POV The detective's name is Colin Mercer, he is sixty-one years old. He retired from the police service fourteen years ago on a pension that, it has now been established, was supplemented substantially by a series of payments from a nominee account connected to Victor Hale's network of intermediary companies. He spent eleven days investigating Robert Vale's death. He closed the case as accidental. He retired shortly after and has spent fourteen years in a house in the Midlands with a garden and a routine and the particular arrangement of someone who has agreed with themselves not to examine certain things too closely.

Two detectives came in and sat across from me. I handed over the envelope and explained everything I could without giving too many personal details. I showed them the videos on my laptop, the account information, and the documents Marcus had given me. My hands shook a little as I pointed out the important parts. The detectives listened carefully. One of them took notes while the other asked questions. “We’ll look into this,” the older detective said. “Derick Cole has been on our radar before, but he always slips away. This might be different.”

Her companion or considering their situation, he was nothing just a. 'Good Samaritan?', the voice in his mind his laughed at him. "SHUT UP!!" Vincent yelled and kicked the table fiercely, it crashed on the wall with a loud thud. "Planning to bring the whole building down today Chief?" Vincent swiftly turned back hearing the familiar sneering tone. "What do you want Matt?" Introduction: Matteo Valentino -29 years old -Senior Detective in Central Police Department (CPD) -Also known as the 'Budding Genius'

“What can I do for you, sir?” The men look very distinguished with their top hats and round glasses. It’s like they just stepped out of an old detective film influenced by Charlie Chaplin. I think this image is part of their job, intended to appear impressive to suspects. “Detective Smith and Jones,” the man in front of me responds, pointing to himself and his colleague. “We come here for the case of Elena Fellogan. We’d like to ask some questions”.

I maintained a composed facade, my eyes locked onto the detective, eager to witness the unraveling of our plan. One by one, the detective examined the evidence, carefully weighing each piece. He scrutinized witness testimonies, analyzed surveillance footage, and delved into the chain of events that had led to these allegations. The suspense built, intensifying with each passing moment. As the detective neared the end of his investigation, my heart soared. I could practically taste victory in the air. Aurelia's downfall was imminent, and Beta Liu's innocence would be established, leaving no doubt about his loyalty to our pack.

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

No sooner had he replaced the phone, than the doorbell sounded. Barry the Biker appeared, his face like stone. “Cops,” he announced. Two detectives had come in. One of them, the older, broad-shouldered and calm, observed everything and immediately established himself as the chief investigator. The other man was younger, his eyes sharp with that restless curiosity of a man still learning how to read a room. They wore plain suits, their badges clipped to their belts. A uniformed officer waited by the door, notebook in hand.

She said teasingly but I knew she was serious with her words. “Aunty! Stop it!” I said shyly and covered my face with my palm. She laughed for a while then she turned serious, “But I will need to know everything about that woman! I need you to investigate everything about her and send me the details!” *************** I drove to the place so familiar to me. On entering the place, I could see men walking around calmly, but they were not gangsters but Hackers, Private Detectives, but the only thing Is they took in dirty jobs as they believed only dirty and tough jobs bring in money.

A bright jolly guy— he now wears his mask. Harold stood in front of the police station. He looked at it for seconds before he came inside. Looking around, he saw detectives wearing exhausted look on their face. It is obvious that all have been working so hard, even without sleep. As he stood near the entrance, of of the detective noticed him. “Excuse me? What do you need?” Harold glanced at the detective’s I.D. He read [“Ned Bexley”] Based on his Intel, this man is working under the team leader of Major Crime Unit 1, Adler Blaine’ A.K.A, the reason why Harold visited the station.

he finished. “You don’t certainly believe that this was the work of a wild animal Detective Burke?” “If you’d seen the things that I have over the years, you would believe anything” he answered back absently. He knelt in front of the victims. “Did you manage to I.D them yet?” He could tell that these were common criminals, but no one deserves to be killed like this. The first victim didn’t even seem any older than twenty. “We’ve got John Quire, previously convicted on multiple charges of drug