Fictional Female Detectives Novels & Stories

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.

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.

" 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

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.”

And although Soo Min generally did not agree with the old-fashioned opinions of her mother, in this matter she was one hundred percent in agreement with her. Soo Min was working as a detective in Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Investigation Departament, Violent Crime Section. She graduated from the Police Academy with excellent results, now became one of the best detectives in her department. Despite those skills, the male part of the Section still looked down on her because of gender, but it only motivated Soo Min to work even harder. Because of that treatment tough, she called her colleagues "pigs in uniforms", also they were the main reason that despite her mother's insistence, Soo Min

“Sophie Collins, you’re under arrest for attempted kidnapping, breaking and entering, conspiracy, and making threats to life.” The room spun for her. “No! No, wait — wait — this isn’t happening!” They clicked the handcuffs onto her wrists. "Your obsession didn’t destroy Rita," Adrian added, his gaze piercing through her. “It destroyed you.” The detective nodded toward the entrance. “Bring her in.” Just then, another woman stepped in. It was Detective Chief Roselyn, calm and commanding. “We’ve obtained court clearance to access your messages, calls, and bank accounts. The full extent of your crimes is being processed. You’re not just going down for this night, Sophie. You’ve been plotting muc