Female Detective Series Novels & Stories

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

I have my suspicions. Would I like to share them. Not at this time. The detective assigned to the scene was a woman in her fifties with the particular patience of someone who had spent decades in rooms where people were not telling her everything and had developed a professional relationship with that reality. She looked at me with the measuring attention of her profession and I looked back at her with the measuring attention of mine and we understood each other in the way that two people understand each other when they are both accustomed to incomplete information and are each waiting for the other to show their hand first.

"Mendoza's forensics team found something at the crime scene. A partial fingerprint that doesn't match any of the shop employees." "The Magpie?" Rick asked, professional interest piqued. "Unlikely," Valeria replied. "Order operatives are too well-trained to leave physical evidence. More likely a customer or another dealer." "Still worth checking," Casie decided, already moving toward the door. "We need to see that crime scene for ourselves before the trail goes completely cold." As they gathered their equipment, Valeria watched them with clinical interest. "Your heat cycle is approaching faster than you realise, Detective. I can smell the preliminary hormonal changes already."

It won’t go easily no matter what they do. Caleb waited outside in the hall, with his arms folded against his chest. Then a woman approached. From the way she dressed, he can say she’s a detective. She must be here because of Tiffany’s accident. Roshord high gets more attention for a few months. “Dang it. The evidence is totally wrecked. There’s no change to see this footage.” the detective complained while she was getting past Caleb. She has the damaged Tiffany’s phone covered in a transparent sheet.

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

I took a deep breath, ready to head inside when my mother spoke, making me remember her presence. "Um Cianna? Who might this be?" She asked as we all entered. Tristan put a few inches between us, making my heart break a bit but I knew how bad it would be for him if they knew he was dating one of the murder suspects of Sheldon's case. Him seeing me as innocent could lead others to believe that he was being irrational due to personal emotions. "This is Detective Deckor. He's on Sheldon's case" I stated casually, not wanting to pour out my life to her just yet. Tristan had a confused look on his face too, so I clarified.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.