Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Novels & Stories

’ ‘Suppose she has changed sides and is getting a huge bung from Greg for organising a revenge beating for Tanny and me? Abe went quiet. I waited for an answer, but got nothing. Had he not thought of that eventuality? He stared into space. The doorbell rang. Abe opened and returned with two men – or were they women dressed as men? Was I losing it? Abe held their business cards and tried to introduce them. As he hesitated, the taller, dressed in a butch trench coat, with ridiculously tightly permed, swept-back black hair, interjected, with a heavy Italian accent and a woman’s voice. ‘We are from a private detective agency in Milano. I understand your friend Ms Dee Bradley is not at home now –

"No, they've just uncovered another lead on Red Saint, one that is sure to result in his capture this time." A surge of hope flooded Alexander's heart upon hearing his father's words. Renewed by the prospect of justice, Alexander responded with a resolute tone, "I'm on my way," and hung up the phone. The arduous path he had trodden for so long now felt purposeful and invigorating. ~•~•~•~• As Alexander stepped into the headquarters of Jim Carrey Bureau of Investigation Agency. A private investigating company, headed by a former deputy director for investigations at CIA, retired DDI Clark Jim Carrey, he pushed open the glass doors and found himself immersed in a dynamic and purpose-driven env

I wanted to dive. Richard met me at Dorman, Wallace, & Edwards and gave me an affectionate embrace. Unspoken words hung in the air like a steamy breath in winter. Together we entered the conference room. With a stone cold expression and hands linked together at his belt, Erik waited in the hall beside Greg. Arron and Liam remained invisible, just like Greg told me they would. Tig Wallace, the extortion expert at the firm, entered with a stack of papers in his arms. Jeff Lohmann, the chief detective of the Violent Crimes Division and an old family friend of mine was right behind him.

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.

Detective Won happily uttered. "How does that helped?" Collin asked with such confusion. Who would get a lead from the victim's wallet that fell on the ground? "Let's say that we have pairs of eyes in the crowd of hell." ■■■ That night at the parking lot... "What's up, doc? I hope you're eating apple everyday." Boss Klyde McMarrow menacingly uttered to the old man before looking at the undercover agent Ricochet "Rig" Zimmerman. Working for years just to track all the illegal activities Klyde McMarrow does. "Check him." He ordered to him and he immediately obey.

“I don't know but-” The doorbell interrupted them. Moments later the housekeeper came in with two men. The men introduced themselves as detectives. “Craig Richards?” The first detective asked, “You are under arrest for the murder of Hal Daniels.” ** It was nearly 8pm before the PI knocked on his office door. Chris looked up. “Do you have it?” Chris asked him. “Yes sir, and you won’t believe it,” He handed Chris an envelope. Chris read the report inside and his eyes widened.

The studio felt strangely intimate at night, soft lamps instead of overhead lights, shadows pooling in the corners, the faint scent of metal and wax lingering from the day’s work. Ryan leaned closer to my screen. “This firm is reputable,” he said, pointing. “And they specialize in discreet investigations for high-profile corporate cases.” “Are you sure we can trust them?” I asked. “I’ll make sure we’re protected. I’ll handle the contact.” His hand brushed mine. “They won’t know it’s you.” I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that reassurance until it hit me. We vetted three agencies, cross-checked every red flag, and finally settled on one. Ryan drafted the initial inquiry, his fingers movin

"It's alright, just go on with her. I will call you when I get home." Anthony sighed in apparent frustration, "Are you sure about that?" "Yeah, I'm okay. Go on." Ollie hugged him as they parted ways. She was sure that she had to reach out to Hilda, real quick. ................ "Just where could you be, Diego?" Gray was pacing up and down his office, as he brainstormed possible ways to nail his guy. At that point in the investigation, he had begun giving Alejandro some credit for running his underground business so cleanly and discretely, cleaning up his trails everywhere; to the point that he could appear in public freely without anyone questioning him or what he represented.

"When an enemy hunts for a ghost, every shadow looks like a threat. If my men reveal themselves now, they give the enemy a target to shoot at. As long as we stay in the dark, the enemy spends their energy fighting their own paranoia." "Understood. Continuing signal monitoring." Nobody lowered his hand, his gray eyes unreadable as he watched a lone police cruiser glide down the street below, its blue lights reflecting off the wet pavement before vanishing into the night. Meanwhile, across town inside a dimly lit, paper-strewn archive room in the basement of the 4th Precinct, Detective Richard Denkley sat beneath the flickering glow of a fluorescent tube light. An open mug of lukewarm black co

The muscle in Kinsley's jaw twitched as she clenched her teeth and looked at him with a raised brow. “I am being civil and polite with you Detective. What brings you to the Anderson Agency for Preternatural Investigations? Don’t you have a precinct to do your work for you?” She questioned as she jutted out a hip and rested her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes as the detective stared too long at her chest before looking her in the eyes, still trying to lay on the charm.