Genius-detective Novels & Stories

"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.

He bowed slightly and left. The inspector general heaved a sigh. He hated to see his officers so clueless. But something was strange; Bob had seemed unbothered. All his years in the bureau, Inspector Akhere has seen many smart and creative detectives but he has seen none like Bob Andrews. Smart, creative, fast, and alert, Bob had built a name for himself as the Detective of Detectives. He used the brains of other detectives and he gets positive results. At first, the inspector felt he was just another control freak, but after a close study of the man he finally understood him.

You will discover that intelligence can open doors that strength never can. Do not mistake that gift for permission to carry every burden alone. Without thinking... Alex looked around. Bethwel. Gabriel. David Pilka. Kamau. Patricia. Alison. Obadiah. For the first time... He realised how often they had been protecting him while he focused only on solving the next puzzle. The final paragraph was shorter. When you finally learn what Genesis truly is, remember this: Never ask who controls Genesis. Ask who profits from believing that someone does.

She knows the day was going to be dreary and boring. Detective Saul’s weary eyes were fixed on the screen, his impatience growing as the scanner struggled to reveal the secrets hidden within the murky confines of the CCTV footage. The air in the dimly lit room hung heavy with expectation, each passing second showcasing the mystery that clung to the scene before him. As the digital haze dissolve, a strange image emerged on the screen, a unique paw prints, but bigger than the size of a dog. Intrigued, Saul He zoomed in and took a close look at it, then searched the internet for more images that might be comparable. Then a flicker of recognition crossed his mind, a distinct memory of something

he said and got up from his seat, and started pacing up and down the small space as he spoke. "I know who you are. The famous Lawyer from Hoboken City. Never lost a case. More than a private investigator. A mechanical and electrical engineer. You graduated top of your class. You have an IQ score of 135. You live in Hoboken City and have an Aunty you call grandma living with your son whom you have made to believe you are his uncle. You came to this warehouse to dig for information about the police station explosion which landed your best friend in the hospital," the man said and sat back on the chair feeling proud of what he knew about Luis. "So you can catch the criminals, isn't it?" he adde

When the front of the fan’s face turned up on the screen, Alex quickly said, “Pause! Captain Pannell, you can get a professional to do a comparison. The person who detonated the bomb should be the same person in this frame — a retarded fan of Exo Quirke!” Captain Pannell stared at the fan’s face carefully and when he covered the image below her nose bridge with his hand, he too felt that she looked slightly familiar. It really did look like the face of the person, who detonated the bomb, that was captured on the hotel’s cameras. This left him stunned as he did not expect that Alex would be able to confirm the identity of the culprit in such a way. Nevermind ordinary people, even a profession

My sister, Ruby O'Brien—the family's formidable CEO—had just landed herself a top-tier celebrity boyfriend. Now the two of them were filming a reality show right in her house. All I wanted was to go home and collapse on the couch. Instead, I wound up as his living control group. While he worked out, I lay there. While he read books, I lay there. While he cooked gourmet meals, I still lay there. The internet wanted my head on a platter. [Poor Josh, stuck with a useless future brother-in-law!] [Someone drag that lazy bum off the screen. We just want to watch Josh and his girl fall in love!] [I heard he didn't even sit for the SATs. Total dropout, rotting away at home.] [That's our Jos

Fulgar started tracking down the Author's IP address. "Well, this guy is no doubt the one who's figuring things out in place of his clueless 'Affected' friends," he took a copy of the printed story. "A person who can do this has a very advanced deductive reasoning and superb planning ability. Have someone keep an eye for updates." "Strictly speaking, the author has the traits you value the most?" she asked him, knowingly. The General didn't answer. He walked out of the Intelligence and Research Room, rereading the story.

I warned strictly while picking up a small jotter on his table. I can see you're a well trained warrior and detective so this shouldn't take much of my time. "All the answers you need are in the book in your hands so let me go" he said at once looking defeated. I hurriedly scammed through the jotter when I got hold of a name there ….. "Alpha Gomez"

"I'm just sayin-" "Okay stop" I cut him off sharply. "With all due respect Detective Edwards, Detective Deckor is just doing his job. This man held a gun to my head! He's connected to Mia. If he speaks, I wont have death following me around me around with his evil stick or whatever it's called. So if you don't mind, let the man do his job." I ended, taking him by surprised. "And for the record, instead of treating Tristan like he's some inexperienced kid who will only be a burden, maybe try working with him because he's a damn great detective and a way better one than you in my book"