Famous Crime Authors Novels & Stories

“I remember when you used to be cautious as hell in choosing words to tell me because you thought that it would make you ungrateful to me.” The raven stared at her blankly before breaking character as she laughed along with her, remembering their very first interaction when they were 16. The story of Knives and Bullet, whose real names were Lia Spade and Leo Spade, starts with them growing up in an orphanage since they were babies. Lia was the hot-tempered and violent kid, while her fraternal twin brother was a scaredy-cat.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

"He also said that you—" "I'm sorry to say that I'm a long way from that powerful figure everyone tries to label me," interrupted Reeves, "stories are magnified every time they pass on. Some folk writers have done their best to make me as scary as the Xiongnu Emperor. Not that I'm claiming my innocence, of course I've run a smuggling syndicate. And while I admit my methods are problematic, I'm still a better crime hunter than any Canon detective." "I don't understand how you can command thieves and smugglers and be a criminal at the same time."

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

he stated and went back to his phone. Then we had literature. The topic was classic genre. “Which English authors you can name from classic genre?” Mr. Adams asked. I raised my hand, but so did Raf, which caught me off guard. “Raf, please name them!” teacher asked. “Jane Austen, sisters Brontes, Charles Dickens and of course, William Shakespeare,” Raf stated. “Great! Who is your favorite author?”