Hello Detective Novels & Stories

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

The detective's quest for answers took him through a labyrinth of hidden truths and dangerous alliances. Hidden motives and secrets intertwined as the detective pieced together each fragment of the puzzle. The line between perpetrator and victim blurred, leaving Alfonso and Rose questioning their perceptions and desperate to understand what led to Nicole's tragic end. As Detective Rodriguez delved further into the investigation surrounding Nicole's death, she discovered a sinister truth. The person responsible for her demise was not some shadowy figure lurking in the darkness, but rather someone closer than anyone had imagined.

On the back his debtor had scrawled, Where’s my fucking money. That’s the hole he was in when he had a hunch about me, a vague idea that I might be hiding something. So he started doing a little poking around, not really going out of his way. A totally blank credit report was the first red flag. A driver’s license granted just five years ago was the second. Finally a birth certificate issued in Kentucky when he was certain he’d heard just the hint of New York in my accent. Detective Harrison was the kind of man who noticed how much things were worth: our house on the beach, the ring on my finger, the secret I had to keep. He did a little calculating and decided to take a gamble, as he was wo

How did all of this get so out of control? Two detectives came in. One was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. The other was probably in his early thirties. He could tell immediately that the older one would be playing the role of bad cop. He had a scowl on his face that was only partially hidden behind his bushy mustache. They both sat down across from Rome, and the old man shuffled a stack of papers loudly before he cleared his throat and said. “Mr. Verona, I’m Det. Michael Bassett. This is Det. Terry Short. We’re, uh, sorry about your friend. You were good friends with Mark Hutio. Is that right?”

“Well, I’ve got some really good news for you.” A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. “What happened?” “The detective found Hugh.” His words sent a jolt through my body, but I forced myself to remain still. My heart pounded as I carefully masked my expression. “That was… fast.” Aiden chuckled, only for a short while. “Dexter is one of the best. He always gets the job done.” He took a step closer, his presence filling the room. “And that’s not all. Dexter finds out that Hugh will be at a pub tonight. He’s meeting some informant named Rex.”

"Atty. Zarmeda, I want you to meet one of the best detective in our department, Detective Castellar." "It's you!" I yelled feeling more upset right now because what I had found out. —Azureriel

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

But the most mouth dropping fact was that each of them read null. I snapped my head up at the detective and glared at him. "Is this some kind of joke?" I spat. The detective shook his head. "I honestly wish it was," He sighed with a grim look on his face. "Why is there no information about Elliott?" Felix asked. "That is what I would like to know too. I did my research as precise as I could and I still could not find anything on him. It felt like some higher power was intentionally hiding Elliott's Information."