Genius-detective Novels & Stories

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Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

He says and laugh. “You know I knew you were joking.” I say and he laughs. “No, you totally believed me.” He says and I shake my head no. “I’m a neurosurgeon actually.” He says. “Wow that’s amazing.” I say and he smiles. “That’s brain right?” I ask and he nods yes. “You’re not joking again? Are you?” I question him when he smiles. “I’m not,” he says and I laugh. “Okay I think I believe you.” I say and he laughs.

Why do I have the feeling that I was playing right into the old lady’s hands? ! You are trying to connect to a secure line. Please give your personal identification data for verification! “Alisa Alanis Romina Vega. PID 789-098-34421.” ! Identity verified. You are now connected to AG-SA 0028! “This is Special Agent Lee, Jester of AG Unit 0028. I’m the sub-commander for this mission. Are you the informant?” “Yes, I am. I’m a Gifted who can sense Anoma—wait, Jester? Is this you?”

"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.

“Yes, well, it wouldn’t take a genuis to figure that out, Mr Allister. Just get to the point, will you?” “Genuis, yes,” he hummed lightly. “The email itself was the work of a genuis. Just the fact that this person not only managed to get close enough to Grayson Vexley and his beloved pet project but also sneak prove of such corruption from right within his nose. If I ever do manage to find that person, I'd been shaking their hand.” I forced myself to stay calm even as my heart thumped like a war drum in my chest. “I’ll be sure to pass along your praise to this person should we ever catch them,” I said flatly.

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