Fictional Female Detectives Novels & Stories

Surrendering to exhaustion, James's mind sloughed off her worries and flew out of the place where she was attacked to the oblivion of deep, dreamless sleep. The fragile strands of consciousness lay just out of her grasp for Lord only knew how long. With a strength she hadn't known she possessed, Betty clenched her fingers repeatedly to waken. She lay there a long time before she forced down some of the contents of her flask and coughed violently against the burn. Her mind was blurry, she wasn't sure if she had swooned or fallen asleep. But she wasn't foolish enough to succumb to it again. This unnaturally dark, frigid cocoon frightened her.

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”

I’m holding on by a thread. An hour later, I sit in the viewing room and watch one of our female detectives who specializes in sex crimes, interview Shelby. Shelby glances up at the small camera in the room with such a lost look on her face. I know she’s wondering why it isn’t me in the room with her.

The first thing she noticed was that there were two extra guests there with Andrew and Owen. One was Sera Oscars, the head cop and doctor in charge of the forensics team. She was the one who did most of the autopsies and postmortems in their lab. She was almost forty years old. The other person was Adam Delores. He was an on-field forensic scientist. Tall smart and Darral's age mate. "Hello Detectives." Adam greeted with a small smile. Selena responded with a hello while Darral only nodded in acknowledgement of his greeting.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

Greene watched him for any sign of deception. The don thought for a moment. “Could be one of Alfero’s people, I suppose. Could also be a woman. I hear he had a way with them and you know how hot-headed women can get.” He smiled at Caleb, as though sharing a joke, then looked at Emma. “Present company excluded, I’m sure.” The female detective shrugged. “In my experience, men are much more likely to get hot-headed.” She smiled. “Present company excluded, I’m sure.”

I raised an eyebrow; only a fool would say his woman will not notice when he goes fornicating around, especially when he comes out of a closed room smelling of freshly squirted perfume. I answered his question anyway, but in a more elaborated way that made him give me a skeptical look. "She is a woman who can detect things easily. Women are like the FBI, and as for Vic, she doesn't tolerate cheating no matter how you polish it—" I trailed off.

I'm trying to make a point that I can do whatever the other officers do. Being a woman doesn't make me any less of a professional detective, after all. I sit down the bed and repeatedly mix my coffee with a spoon, still spaced out. I haven't open the folder he gave me earlier. It's probably a serious one since he said it himself that there are still no leading suspect for the case. And I'm kind of hoping it would be serious enough. A real case, this time. - I got myself out of bed before the alarm rings, which I guess is a good sign comparing to what happened yesterday.

what a life I have. ‎"I'm not interested in being...." I waved my hand to demonstrate my frustration. "in being this....this founding mother blah blah blah....can't I just pass the wolf to someone else?" I said. They were quietly staring at me....but I continued. "I was just... a detective and I lived in a city as a humble human being until I met Lucien and all this happened....and...." I was going to continue blabbing until they granted my wish but they started laughing. ‎

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.”