Fictional Female Detectives Novels & Stories

My thoughts wandered, and the Detective’s words echoed in my head. “Has Ella ever acted violently such that it rewarded her with a criminal record?” Seriously though? Ella was the sweetest thing on earth. She could not even bare it when a cat was wounded, and they wanted to know if she was violent? Really? “Ella is not who you truly think she is…” Who was she then? A mafia queen? A drug dealer? An evil corporate heir? Ah! The Detective was a ridiculous man. I was prepared to brush it off my mind and focus on finding Ella when something occurred to me.

I asked. “To see detective Rachael solando. She's a forensic psychiatrist.” He rested his hand on the gear. “You have to explicate the situation to her. Joe is smarter than we know. If he notice any detective is after him. He might try unaliving her and bounce on the victim.” I crackle my knuckles. Though I have never heard of her. “Racheal Solando is a forensic scientist. She's one of the top ranked detectives in this country.” Jayden tightened his hands on the seat next to him.

the female detective called for confirmation. "Yes?" she responded. He brought out his badge immediately "Detective Rowland. You are under arrest for the... "

She was suppose to be in Italy right now, tackling the Don of Mala Del Capone but under the recommendation of Jake, here she was. Lucy flipped a table in her mind She wasn't Sherlock Holmes neither was she detective connan, This mission required her to investigate the cause of the deaths, those related to it, capture those related to it and bring them to the agency for more investigations. This was not what she wanted, she wanted to kill, kill and kill some more and not investigate some murder. sigh " Ahh, it's better I hurry and get this over with"

I am definitely going to ask him about that after this. "No matter. This is not about me, but this woman by my side. Have you any idea her position in the council is? She is the first acting Detective of the Supernatural High Council. If she were to deem your behavior an act of one insubordinate, then I will have no problem watching her hand your ass back to you." he said. My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. Detective? What the hell is Killian talking about? The woman, however, seemed to take the hint as she scrambled in her little space like it is her throne and bowed her head in my direction.

Yubi. The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me. The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look. Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest. “Ms. Yubu,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”

I didn't go to the Thorne mansion. Not yet atleast. Reckless people die. Smart people prepare. That the kind of mentality i have. To me i think thats a good type of mentality. I went to a woman named Detective Maya Ross, the only cop in the city who hadn't been bought by the Thorne family. A kind of cop who worked out of a cramped office above a laundromat, surrounded by files and the smell of coffee. "Elara Vance," she said when I walked in. "I've been expecting you."

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”

"A woman, you say? Can you describe her?" Merida nodded, trying to recall every detail. "She was tall, with long brown hair and a white coat. She looked out of place in the supermarket. And she was staring at us, like she was trying to listen in on our conversation. She didn't even say a word when I screamed." The detectives exchanged a knowing glance, their minds racing with possibilities. This case was getting stranger by the minute. __________ Jaxon walked alongside the girls, pretending to enjoy their shopping trip. But Vivienne noticed his fake smile and suspected it was related to his argument with Roxanne.