Detectives Tintin Novels & Stories

HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind.

Killers do this all the time, prolly to scare detectives from finding them. It’s sad they don’t know who’s on the case. I reread the sentence in my mind again and scoffed; shoving the wet business card inside my pocket. The killer was well informed, the text was printed on the card, if it was written, I may have been able to get prints off it or find the owner of the handwriting. However, there was still one thing to do, the person who dropped the card might have prints on it, judging by the smartness of the killer; they might have placed the card using plastic gloves, but there’s no guessing in detective work. I had to run it for prints; now we had two leads, although they might both hit a

We are not that low to ruin a person’s life, like how that girl ruined Lilo’s life. “We’ll not give you a name if we don’t have any evidence, detective.” I was eyeing her, no, I was glaring. I was getting irritated at how she’s talking to us and how she’s acting. Like, I said, I was very observant, and I can see what she’s exactly doing. The investigator is trying to distract us, and make us think that whoever we thought was the killer wasn’t really the killer. It was sick to think that it’s clear as daylight that this annoying investigator is trying to cover up for none other than the suspect, Tiffania.

he asked gently. My gaze remained fixed on Vincenzo's body, a glimmer of hope starting to build within me. It was a desperate hope, a thread I clung to in the midst of my pain. But deep down, a sense of intuition whispered that this wasn't Vincenzo lying before me. Something was missing – the tattoo. “This isn't Vincenzo,” I finally managed to voice, my tone shaky yet insistent. I stared at his form, willing my belief to be true. The tattoo that held the proof of his love for me was absent from his lower abdomen.

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

But he got shocked by the girl's unexpected move, as to date nobody has the guts to refuse him like this, but he was not upset or angry about the beauty, on the contrary, he was impressed by her guts. In his 37 yrs of existence, he never saw a pure beauty like that girl. He was mesmerised by her eyes, her lips. The encounter was just for some minutes but got imprinted on his mind and soul. The man was non-other than the devil himself MR. RANVIJAY SAHAY, the cold-hearted businessman nearing his forties. The most dangerous mafia boss of the country, the leader o mafia Gangs is keeping his name high but this was his hidden talent.

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.

’ Captain Jessie did not know what to say after Lucy’s response because she’d expected Lucy to be polite, and then she’ll tell her not to be polite and that she deserved the praise. She had practically rehearsed everything in her head, so why was this young lady not going according to the script? Sigh ‘Kids nowadays... ‘ Captain Jessie brought out a fingerprint tape and carefully placed it on the splatter, she ran her thumb over the tape to ensure that contact was made with the blood then she packaged it and labelled it. After she was done she stood up only to meet with Lucy’s penetrating gaze “Uhh... “ ‘Why is she looking at me like that?! ‘

She beamed widely and then lifted her step up to walk away from there but stopped when she saw that certain person standing at a distance who was staring at her with his piercing deep bronze eyes. He was silently observing everything and then saw her turning around and walking away from there. So his beautiful little maid even knew how to handle kids. Everyday he was discovering new things about her and they all were fascinating him just like her own self.. After a while, he was checking some files in his study room when he heard Violet's loud scream "CIA….."

"My question darling is, can you prove it? If you can't, then you have no case anywhere. So, knock yourself out trying to uncover the ground. I won't stop you from doing it though. Being a detective is fun and I would encourage it." "Oh, really? Don't dare me Trent. I know a lot of things about you that would make ears tingle when they hear them, you don't want to dare me you know that right?" By this time my brain was already foggy. A light chuckle escaped Trent's lips. "Do your worst love." I sighed and the monitor began to beep.