Famous Detectives In Books Novels & Stories

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

As always, his name was splashed across the headlines in bold letters. “FBI’s Golden Detective Cracks Another Case: Charles Gregory Stays One Step Ahead of Crime” I recall skimming through the article, already knowing what it will say: "Gregory’s instincts and exceptional dedication have once again led to a major breakthrough in a case that baffled authorities for months. Insiders at the Bureau describe him as a force to be reckoned with, a man who sees what others don’t. His latest victory is evidence of his unmatched brilliance.” I remember tossing the paper aside and leaning back, laughing. Unmatched brilliance? Sure.

That's the one should Anastasia find out because the book doesn't elaborate the real motive. Anastasia then look to the right and found Scholar Francis. Yes, she finally remember him. The one who got invited from the palace. Then the last character is Detective Alice Potter. The detective that Señorita Laura trust the most when their son got murdered and the detective found the culprit for them. Apparently they become a good friends that's why she's invited here. But there are only twelve characters in the book. And if she counted it correctly, they are currently thirteen inside the room.

The rest of the day seems boring so, I decided to read a book. "Let's see what I got here? I started looking for a storybook that will get my attention. Nope. Not this one. Yes finally found you " Sherlock Holmes. My favorite detective of all time. This book always inspired me to write a mystery novel. I tried many times, but nothing came to my mind. So I decided to give a break and concentrate on other things. I was a very very big fan of mystery and detective novels than romance and action. "If I started reading now, then I can finish this entire book by evening. The stories looked really interesting." I thought while flipping the pages.

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

the detective alerted. “Question?” “Yes! I will ask you this once. Do you know Pablo Picasso?” the detective questioned. "Mr. Michael!" The detective yelled his name. It was as if Michael went through a trauma by just thinking about the question the detective asked. "you know him don't you?" the detective questioned again.