Novel & Cerita Fictional Female Detectives

Unknown POV- I watched as the scene unfolded, the police flooded the entire building, boarding off a few floors. I watched the so called “hot-shot” detective arrive at the “crime scene”. It was a female detective, I guess we don’t have much to worry unlike we initially expected, I scoffed. I dialled my emergency contact, “Dejar saber al jefe, I don’t think the cops will be much off an issue” I pulled my hood back up and calmly walked out off the building through the back exit, I switched off the burner phone and threw it into the nearest drain.

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

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.”

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.

And gathered around a central platform are five women—all with my face, though each subtly different. They fall silent as Marcus leads me into the room. "The detective has an MBA," one version of me says, wearing conservative business attire. "Sophia fragment from Reality 17." "Police chief," I correct automatically. "Reality... I don't know the number." "Thirty-four," supplies another me, this one with short-cropped hair and the bearing of a soldier. "I'm from Twenty-Nine. Military intelligence." The business version nods. "That makes seven of us. Lucky number."

However, Kara flinched, averting her gaze as her sobs grew louder. The interrogation seemed to go on forever. “I don't know anything about this! I didn't do it!” The harsh, unforgiving glow was created by the hum of the cell's fluorescent lights. The air became stagnant. Detectives Davies and Miller looked at one another. Being seasoned professionals, they were taught to recognise dishonesty and dispel falsehoods. In fact, she had been detained for weeks without any access to the outside world, which would have prevented her from planning such a crime, much less carrying it out herself. She maintained that Marie was the target of her personal animosity rather than the patriarch of the family

There are demons, and he was one of them, he was cruel, he couldn't separate, he did evil, but he wasn't evil. What Robert, who did to me, that, will stay with me for the rest of my life. There were a series of attacks around the city, black women being raped and suffocated, this was happening in the last year, at least, the Delphos company and its specialized and private police were involved in investigating. Ragnar Delphos was the greatest and best detective in the world whose partners were businessmen of a multinational and insurance company that was involved in private investigation to decrease the wave of some species of crimes.

Seeing her reaction, Aster continues talking. "The detective is actually working for the first grandmother so she can know how much money they waste. She wants money so she can enjoy herself without the pressure of her husband, my nominal first grandfather, and the first aunt. She is actually the second wife of my grandfather and she had no kids. But she doesn't know that the detective double-crossed her and he is actually working for her enemy, the second grandmother. She made the detective fake details so now they are in debt." Imagining their faces when they knew all about this, Lia wanted to laugh. No one was innocent in this matter and she felt they all deserved it.

The scam industry there was truly booming, and people were still falling for these scams despite the awareness that had been spread about it. This had happened before, and it would happen again in the future. Orin was only doing this on behalf of the people. Wilbur nodded in agreement. Orin then nodded at Elsa, who mumbled something into her walkie-talkie. Not long after, a slightly tan girl in her twenties dressed in casual clothes walked in. "Let me introduce you to Detective Sophie Horlay. She might be young, but she's a strong woman who has cracked a good number of big cases recently. She'll be going to Manand with you, where you will work on your respective missions."