Genius-detective Novels & Stories

My father's voice pulled me from the past. "What?" I scanned from my father seated on the other side of his desk, his eyes open wide in expectation, to Detective Michelson, a tall, balding man in a cheap suit who shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry. Did you ask me something?" "I apologize," the detective said. "I know this is a difficult time. I don't want to be the bearer of more bad news..."

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

He almost had to burn the midnight oil to get his degree. Robin nodded, his face full of envy. "The information I found is like this." "Heh..." Gilbert sneered, "The more people like this, the more likely they are to commit high-IQ crimes. He can understand people's minds, that's why we can't find any clues." Robin: "..." The situation was at a stalemate. The three sat in silence. Suddenly, Robin's phone vibrated, breaking the silence. "Mr. Dawson." Patrick said, "I found shoulder pads in the hotel. Shoulder pads. Ask if they belong to Benjamin?"

I feel everything he says is true. "How can I believe in you? And by the way, I don't get your point that everything is connected to Cinyla and me. How can it be?" he asked Joshua busy staring at his paper. "What are you doing?" Sir BenChua approached him and looked at what he was doing. I also got closer and saw his notes with a code I couldn't understand. "I can answer your question when I get the gifts again. This is a serious matter, sir. I am not here just to relax. I am here as a detective to investigate and find the mastermind."

Dylan questioned her. Giselle was taken aback, “M-My father?” she asked anxiously. Fear nipped her spine. “Don’t act,” Hunter sneered and poked her forehead with his gun hard drawing out a whimper from her mouth, “You’re Detective Storm’s daughter, aren’t you? Why is your father helping him?” “Because he wants to get his hands on the Mafia, duh.” Giselle snapped. His question was so stupid that she couldn’t help but rolled her eyes.

Ah a worthy opponent, game on" She goes back to her game a bit excited and not knowing where this unknown person is but she is anticipating working with him. Newyork city Gemini smiles when she got alerts that Ai is trying to hack into her wall and ofcourse met it very unmovable and then she waited 3 hours to watch the progress but ofcourse AI relented, Gemini just smiled and write her name down , her address on the book before dropping back inside her drawer where she brought it out from, and went back to her game , all the while congratulating herself. " Now blood hound you just have to make enough money"

In a matter of minutes, 20 thousand dollars hit my account just like that. I was the one who'd asked for a divorce, so of course my wife's mother, Connie Bronson, couldn't wait to see me gone. Ever since Shawn Quill started showing off his so-called lie-detecting skills, my reputation had been completely trashed. After I got a vasectomy, my recovery hadn't gone well, and I'd gone to the urologist a few times. Shawn had twisted that into "proof" that I had some disgusting STD.

I nod, absorbing Micah's words. Our entire plan hinges on Jeremy and Leah's attempt to manipulate the fake prototype detector. It's a calculated risk, but the potential payoff is immense. Micah and I had meticulously designed the detector to serve as a trap. Fitted with a tiny camera, it captures both audio and video of its vicinity. Moreover, its surface can retain fingerprints. Any attempt to tamper with it would leave an imprint, tangible proof that Jeremy and Leah had tried to sabotage the investigation.

“Tch! he's sleeping again. Hey wake up! hey, Eros, wake up.” At first, i thought he was just a like fool-lazy police man. However, i didn't think he was as good as the detective i met. “Then do you have any idea who the suspect is?” I asked him when there was a commotion in Sir. Rohan's house. I thought he had nothing to answer me and that's all he was but... “There is.” His answer. And i suddenly realized that he's something and a very genius detective. *** “Hey, you, how do you make sure he's the one who did that?”