Hello Detective Novels & Stories

He sighed getting up from the couch. “I'll be back." He said before leaving the house. Harry chuckled, touching his wound. It still hurts a little but at least it's better than when it was still fresh. He can manage to go for the launch as this new brand would be the eagle of his company. **** Nicole opened the door the moment she ended the call. The detective guy stood there, wearing a black coat, black hat and black shade glasses. “Tell me you have good news." Nicole said entering into the living room. The detective closed the door behind him before walking in as well.

Lunatte didn’t know what it was. “Detective is still trying to find evidence that Mommy is innocent. Everything has been going smoothly so far.” Adeline nodded her head. “That detective. What’s his name? Is he great? Mommy, are you sure he helped Mommy solve the case?” asked Adeline again. Lunatte chuckled. “He is more than great, Adeline. You need not doubt him.” “Is it true? What’s his name?” asked Adeline again, because the core question had not been answered.

And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity. Jess noticed another detective trailing behind the woman, a man she guessed to be in his fifties. There was something familiar about him, a figure she had seen before but never interacted with. He was the head detective, renowned for his remarkable investigative skills. Though Jess knew little of the man, one thing was clear—she needed to keep her distance. Still, her curiosity held her gaze on them, unwilling to let go of the scene unfolding before her.

Streetlights reflected against wet roads while traffic crawled slowly through downtown. Detective Raymond Cole drove quietly through the city with one hand on the wheel. The station had drained him today. There are too many lies. There are too many rich names. There are too many things not adding up. Mallory Allison. Alejandro Romero. Jace Norman. And somehow— A woman who apparently didn’t exist. Cole stopped at a red light and rubbed his tired eyes briefly. Then suddenly— His phone buzzed beside him. Unknown Number. He frowned slightly before opening the message.

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

Even in the midst of the excitement, she still needed to eat. He sat in the Commissioner's office. He had ordered the Commissioner to send for the detective he trusted the most. And there he was- standing, looking almost short, his appearance so incompetent. Dimitri looked at the detective, then at the Commissioner, then asked directly, "Are you sure he's the one?" The detective came forward and introduced himself. His voice said otherwise- it sounded experienced, seasoned. Dimitri nodded his head. "Maybe not bad," he said. He looked at the Commissioner. "You must have briefed him about the problem on the ground?"

His eyes meet mine for an instant steady, and unreadable. A detective with a square jaw approaches, his badge catching the lantern light. “Scarlett Hayes?” “Yes,” I manage. My voice was thin, almost lost in the wind. “I’m Detective Reilly. We need your statement. Everything you saw tonight. Everything you know.” I glance at Damien, at my mother. There’s too much too many secrets stacked like dominoes, ready to crash if I push the first one. Reilly seems to read my hesitation. “We already have the suspect in custody downstairs,” he says, nodding toward the unconscious man being wheeled out. “But we need context. How you all got here.”

The woman that looks like her age said when she approaches the elders. "It's fine Alice. We're glad that you made it." Señorita Laura dismisses with a kind smile. Anastasia tries to remember the another familiar name. She must have seen it somewhere. "Anyway, Lord Gilbert...Lady Doreen, I would like to introduce you, the detective who helps us in our son's case, Detective Alice Potter." Alice Potter. Then it finally sinks in. The party, the high-class people, familiar names, the plan, Detective Alice Potter. Now everything suddenly makes sense.