Fictional Female Detectives Novels & Stories

Maybe she's shrouded in a cloak of secrecy, we can not really tell ya know. “What if someone conspired to falsely incriminate her? Yeah, it's already given that she's kind and all but we can't be so sure that everyone is fascinated with her deeds. Maybe she offended someone beyond her knowledge and that someone was just lurking on the corner, waiting for the right timing to get back at her." Zaina insisted as she follow my trail. When did she become a detective conan? "If she was framed up, then why is it—" I stopped talking when I suddenly remembered something.

“What other explanation is there other than the fact that you’re having an affair with the man. And when Mary confronted you about it and probably threatened to expose you, you handled it your way.” Theresa blinked once. Twice. Did this woman believe she had just made any sense right now? Was she even listening to herself? How did she even become a detective in the first place. Her job was to detect not cook up flimsy stories and accuse without evidences. She scoffed at the woman’s incompetence. “You may be smart Miss Gray, but I’ve dealt with cases like this. You can’t fool anyone with this innocent card you’re playing. I know women like you.”

Special Agent Castro asked. "All we know is that the serial killer is a female, who only targets sex offenders. Every crime scene doesn't have much of an evidence, not even a DNA. The only reason we were certain that the serial killer is woman is because of the scent she leaves at every crime scene, hence, the nickname Scent of Death." Fred replied. "Hmmm, calculating, smart, careful, hard to catch." "Have you narrowed the list of possible suspects?" Special Agent Rosenburgh inquired.

Fiona felt her whole body go cold. Charles narrowed his eyes. “Who is that with her?” The detective's voice lowered. “We ran the facial match.” He raised his eyes to them. “It’s Helen Kashmir.” Fiona heard Candy whisper “…the sinister women…” And Fiona's heart sank. Because instinctively-mother to mother-she knew: They hadn’t planned to run. They were planning on coming back. The detective continued, voice tight with urgency— “There’s more. Audio from a bugged adjacent room picked up part of their conversation.”

She drew up short when she saw Boucher. "Chief Inspector! Is it true? We got Kirion Rapava?" She swung her face to look through the glass at the man inside. "Is it him?" "Detective Babineaux, when did you get here?" Antoine asked. He took in the wrinkled suit and the short black hair in desperate need of a wash or even a brush. The woman's eyes were dark brown and bore right through your head when she focused on you. She had classic symmetrical facial features and a long limbed, slim build the ladies on the Parisian catwalks would kill for. Had she worn even the slightest amount of make-up or paid any attention to her looks she could have been breathtaking. But the Chief Inspector knew the d

The metallic click of the door handle yanked me from my thoughts. Two figures entered — detectives. Human, of course. The first was a tall, lean man with close-cropped hair the colour of iron and sharp, assessing eyes. He carried himself like a soldier who’d seen too much — all control and no softness. His badge glinted faintly under the sterile lights. The woman beside him was different. She was younger, maybe mid-thirties, with dark curls tied neatly back and a steady, unreadable expression. But her eyes… they were too knowing. She had the kind of gaze that could peel you open if you weren’t careful.

The officer behind the desk eyed me curiously but nodded and disappeared down a hallway. Minutes felt like hours as I waited, my mind racing with possibilities. Finally, a woman in her late forties appeared, her expression one of mild curiosity. She had short, graying hair and a no-nonsense demeanor that immediately put me on edge. “Detective Rhodes?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s me,” she said, crossing her arms. “Can I help you with something?” I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to start. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for information about a case you may have worked on a few months ago. It involved a woman named Katarina Romanoff.”

All of them stared at her intently but Felix looked like his life depended on it, perhaps, he was finding it hard that for the past three months, he had been sucking up to the daughter of his late brother, who happened to be his number one enemy. The woman shook her head as soon as the face mask was removed from her face. “Aish! You should have at least been gentle, do you want to ruin my hair, I just went to the salon to do it.” The woman said without voice alteration and Luci furrowed her brows in confusion when the voice didn’t even sound like Arielle’s, not in the least. The officers moved away and both Luci and the detective couldn’t help the surprised scoff. “What the hell?” The detect

“And yes, I did. We have finally found the suspect and it's no one other than the woman in the picture. Her name is Fiona Gulliver. Do you know her?” Shock overpowered my thoughts, causing me to just stare into space as I mulled over the reveal. So the woman was the perpetrator of the evil act? But she didn't even know me and vice versa, so what could I have possibly done to her to warrant such wickedness? “I saw her for the first time some weeks ago but I don't know her,” I croaked. “Are you certain she's the one? Like there's no mix up somewhere?” “Yes, miss. I'm one thousand percent sure she's the one. Given that the people she sent to do it all testified against her, and she is currently

Jax's Point of View 'Who is she?' Shelby asked. Shelby was the chief detective of New York and was also under my pay check so he protected me from any sort of criminal charges that I may face if any men are careless or tell me about any snitches that phone the cops with intentions of putting me out in business. My go to man for snitches. But who was she? 'My fucking headache. Each and every fucking day.' 'I'll say it she's sexy.'