Novel & Cerita Fictional Female Detectives

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.

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

I would be lying if I said I was not one of them. What I am wondering is what she is doing here. Homicide is a division that consists mostly of men. The only female detective who had ever dared to work with us asked to be reassigned after two weeks. And there is no way in hell Jocelynn Sanches would choose to work in this division. She turns on her heels, walking away from me. I slip on a pair of latex gloves and pick up the metal object, knowing better than to question her judgement. If she says this is a gun, our murder weapon, then that is what it is.

She was so beautiful and her shape was beautifully adorned that one could have mistaken her for a model but have a doubting thought with the wicked smirk that decline to leave the corner of her lips. She decked her fingers on the table in front of me in a champion style. Her bun finally loosed and the whole hair fell back in an angelic way. Her gaze captured each and every part of me as I tried to look away. "Hello Ms Williams, I'm detective Faith Oluremi. I'll be the officer in charge of the murder case of Patience Chimere Williams" she introduced herself, bringing out an ID card from her trousers pocket. I nodded softly and gestured for her to move on.

" I half screamed annoyed with the line of questioning. " Again, was their anything specific you were doing in your room today, before the incident?" He repeated. " Well, I was wearing a dress, and you know it's spring around here, so I went up their to look for a coat or shawl anything to cover my shoulders up." " Okay, can you confirm that you went to look for a sweater?" " Yes, I just said that," I shot back. The detective was female and she kept looking me up and down in disgust raking her gaze over me, like she had already made a judgement.

Mark voice comes through my phone speaker, I thanked him before hanging up. I took my laptop and went straight to my email, I went through what mark sent to me. In the next few minutes, I stared at my laptop screen confuse. Fiya is princess Safiya of Herakleopolis city, how is this possible. This is confusing.

“Gosh, who do you think it is?” “So listen. We know that Jacob doesn’t bluff, right? But that’s not the only reason I think he’s telling the truth. Detective Stone told me that it was a female that handed in the evidence to them. And Jacob mentioned that the backstabber is a female.” I made my case. “Backstabber, huh?” “Yeah, seems like a more fitting description, does it not?” Zayn chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “It’s perfect, love.” I smiled at his words.

Detective Carper pulled out his keys and slipped the heavy metal from their locked position on his suspect's wrists. He pulled his hands to his chest and rubbed the raw flesh. “She. The first thing you need to know is my boss is a she. We only call her by one name. Dixie. Though I think her last name started with an “R”. She had some sort of tie to the law or worked there or something and that's how we got personal information about the suspects.” “How did you pick the victims?”

said Yoel, shaking his head and making Kent smile triumphantly at Jimmy. "Well, just explain this case first," asked Jimmy to change the topic. "Okay, I'll explain slowly." "Claire, the chef from Bali hacked into a federal police account and by chance what she read and tweaked was related to one topic, serial murder. This time, it's really not a coincidence that a pile of papers with the initials of the numbers related to this serial murder was found." "The police will deal with it, while we will try to investigate and target this Asian woman. Do you understand?" Asked the man in the leather jacket named Yoel.

It’s only a matter of time. “I’ll try harder Matilda.” Ophelia said with a dull face, brooding over her loss. She’s named as the best detective of the decade yet she couldn’t collect the evidences of Linda’s secret affairs. She really admires the confidence and intelligence of her target. Matilda bid farewell to her Sherlock Holmes friend and hopped in the taxi before fleeting away from the scene. When the cab hit the road, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the back seat, recalling her daughter’s words from that afternoon.