Hello Detective Novels & Stories

The hoodie was covering the entire face that no matter how much I squint my eyes and bend my neck I couldn't see who it was. "Where am I please?" It was as though it was getting colder with every passing minute. "Please can you tell me where I am or where this is?" I gestured with my hands and waited for a response but got nothing but silence. "Who are you?" A deep voice asked. So it's a Male. "I'm Alexia Miller, who are you and where am I?" I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to try warm up my body.

The vinyl was cold. "Coffee," Cody said. "Regular or decaf?" "Black." "You look like hell," she said. She poured it into a thick mug. "It’s a long night." "The rain sucks. My roof is leaking. Landlord’s a bum." "They’re all bums." She stopped wiping. "You a cop?" "Does it matter?" "You have the look. Like a funeral." "I’m a detective. I'm finishing a case." "Catch the guy?" "Not yet."

But fuck those eyes. He touched Joanne! “And who is this little lady that offered you this money. Give us a perfect description” the detective looked angry. “She was very skinny, she had dark hair and sleepy eyes, and a mole right under her lips— The detector glanced at the glass, I knew he couldn’t see us but only did that to alert us to keep our toes up, Incase we managed to recognize who he was describing. “Ophelia..” Joanne breathed out, as soon as the man ended his descprition. —

Third party POV “So, what do you have for us?” Hayden’s voice was low but firm as he addressed the secret detective who had been covertly working for them. The detective, keeping his demeanor casual, responded, “While I was away for Thanksgiving dinner with my family, I wasn’t able to pick up on anything out of the ordinary that might link Dillion’s death to someone directly. However, our team is diligently working on it. As soon as there’s an update, I’ll ensure you’re the first to know.”

He penned the name down in a notepad in his hands and I nodded in approval when he told me it was done. "We are just going to ask a few questions, Alpha Asher, and we will take note of whatever answers you have to give us, and whatever results your search provides, add the information together, and I am sure we can both come out with something good at the end of the day." The chief detective, Snow Hale, spoke. I nodded in agreement, stood still and tucked my hands into the side pockets of my black suit pants. "Go ahead, detective." He cleared his throat and glanced at his colleagues, before he started to speak.

Suddenly, the detective flashed a police badge in front of the receptionist, "I'm a detective working undercover for the police headquarters of the H city. We request your cooperation in this investigation." The receptionist glanced at the photo on the badge, matching it with the detective's face. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the two men, and finally provided them with the information. Harry and the detective immediately rushed to the 6th floor. Standing in front of room 6-12, Harry banged on the door repeatedly. After waiting for more than a minute with no response, he was about to forcefully kick the door in, but the detective stopped him. "Who the hell keeps knocking on my door?

A detective was seated just across from me, sending a piercing gaze my way. "So you killed someone?" He asked, and bit of skepticism in his tone. "I did!" "...and when did this happen?" He asked again, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Just a couple nights ago." I answered him, as my mind flashed back to that night for a moment. "Care to explain how it happened? Maybe tell me why you did it?" He pressed on. My eyes zeroed in on the ID card hanging from his left, breast pocket. I was able to read his name from there; Detective Jon. C. Grayson.

As the sun dipped below the city's skyline, Nelson's penthouse was bathed in shadows, casting an eerie ambiance over the room. The air was thick with tension as the seasoned detective, a secret agent in Nelson's relentless purpose, silently entered. In his hands, he held an inconspicuous envelope – a harbinger of revelations that could unravel lives. "Mr. Nelson, I've gathered the information you requested," the detective intoned, his voice a low murmur in the dimly lit room.

Eric’s POV "Hello, Mr, do you mind if we ask you any questions, My name is Detective Conan, and this is my partner Karl, " the detective said while pointing to a short sturdy man who was his partner. The detective looked tall about 6ft2, which is probably why his partner was looking too short. I was quiet because I didn’t feel like talking, so it was only harry that kept replying to the detectives questions. "What is your relationship with the victim," he asked and Harry gave him a short reply.

The detective's name is Reyes. He's got a coffee cup in his left hand and a notebook in his right and he looks at me with some kind of suspicion in his eyes, taking in my backpack and my clothes and the fact that I'm kneeling on the road next to a body with my hand on a dead boy's chest. "You knew him," he says. Not a question. "He's my brother."