Fictional Female Detectives Novels & Stories

she urges as she drops the stick of cigarette on the floor and then steps on it. "Yeah, Greg told me something about a female detective some days ago. I was too busy to listen to him. Tell me what she's all about," I ask in a whisper. This time, it's actually a lady she wants me to kill. Sometimes, I wonder how she turned out this way.

"A beautiful woman, and her daughter looks very much like her mother and is just as good, but even more captivating. I fell in love with Anabel and I've kept it secret. But I let it slip to Ilana, who brought that little friend Vivian, a cheap prostitute, and wanted to compare her to Anabel. I couldn't allow that." The detective listened to everything I told him, seeming genuinely surprised by what I was revealing. I was certain Ilana would spend a good amount of time in prison - enough time for her to learn not to make an enemy of someone smarter than her. The detective ended the interrogation seeming quite satisfied with my contribution. It was time to give him an even bigger contribution.

Georgiana picked her words carefully. "So because of that you accepted to commit muder, huh?" Detective Flynn didn't let her finish. "For how much? Who in God's name are you working for?!" Unable to hold any more, Georgiana burst into tears. Detective Flynn ran his fingers through his hair. The tears didn't cut it. She didn't look like a serial killer, she rather looked a prostitute, with her several piercing and tattoos. But still, it didn't cut it.

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.

“That’s why you’re having a hard time narrowing down your suspects. You are overthinking things. How do you think my daughter passed as a Senior Investigator at such a young age?” She placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. “Hibara thinks directly and stops herself from overthinking the situation. If she can’t solve the puzzle, she imagines herself on the criminal’s foot.” She gave me a small smile before leaving to question the suspects I named. The Detective… imagines herself on the criminal’s foot? If I were the murderer, how would I do it without getting anyone’s attention? “Sir, may I borrow your flashlight?” I asked the Sergeant.

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.

As long as she didn’t take them outside the home, and she trusted Clara to keep her lips sealed about whatever she knew about Cassian and her. Then she remembered she could do something else for her. The pretty woman in the picture. Since she was a detective, she could know about this woman as well. She fetched her phone from the table and turned the screen to Clara.

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."

The reporter asked the special investigation officer Cara Knights, "madam, day by day violence is spreading in our country like wildfire. There is a talk that some very powerful mafia is behind all this catastrophe. What is your response to this? Why are the cops not able to trace this culprit behind the serial blasts because of whom there is such a huge human loss. Also women violence is on a surge. Many girls are forcefully turned as sex workers but nobody is able to trace the criminal behind this injustice." Sherlock made an arrogant titter upon hearing the news. "It is not only women trafficking my friend but using aborted fetuses in human cosmetics for women to look young and beautiful.

" I am Tina Smith, an assistant detective to Derick Clinton of the FBI and I've worked with him for two years before coming over. I haven't made many records for myself. It was just a privilege to capture the notorious female terrorist who killed many in New York City. Besides that, I just made a few prosecutions and ...." Tina told them a few things about her work and they three stared at her, impressed at her work experience. When the news of Kimberly Jones, a female terrorist who was captured flooded the internet, they all applauded the detective who did the work. Now they remember, the face of the detective on the internet back then was Tina's. But then she was dressed in a uniform and h