Investigators Book 9 Novels & Stories

She listened intently to their stories, allowing their words to guide her in her search. After several encounters and countless conversations, Estella's perseverance bore fruit. She received a tip about a highly skilled private investigator known for his meticulous attention to detail and unparalleled success rate. Excitement coursed through her veins as she made her way to the investigator's office. The office was tucked away in a narrow alley, its door marked by a weathered sign that read "Fletcher Investigations." Estella entered, greeted by the faint aroma of old books and the sound of papers shuffling in the background. The investigator, a seasoned man with sharp eyes and a calm demeano

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num

Files were spread open, notes layered over each other. Highlighted timelines, medical records and transcripts. Claire’s name appeared across too many pages. Eva Sterling’s appeared across even more. I leaned back slightly in my chair, rubbing at the bridge of my nose before my gaze settled once again on the copy of the infertility report sitting closest to me. Eva’s real report. Not Claire’s. The moment I touched this case, it stopped being suspicion. Now it was evidence. And evidence changed everything. I reached for my phone and dialed the investigator who had been assigned to investigate the collapse at the Dhark estate.

“Great. But before you say it. You warned me not to get involved with her and you’re right. Just another thing I must deal with. Go on.” “This one will be tough to swallow bear with me.” Craig looked down to his feet and shifted. Licked his lip and glanced back up. “You know that the NARC Investigators have been combing the Iron Hill lands. They’ve been looking for more information. Evidence, contact information and such. We’ve found a ton of stuff. Hector didn’t bother to cover his tracks all that much. The one piece of evidence that came to light.” He hesitated for a moment. “Is Hector and some of his men aren’t dead. We have picked fresh scent trails up that were laid down after the attac

“Both of you.” They sat — Ethan between them, a bridge and a barrier. Ethan spoke first. “How did you find us?” “I’m a federal investigator,” Hayes said with a tired smile. “Even when I try not to be.” “Then how?” Luca asked. “The Petrov Black Book,” Hayes replied. “The evidence was too perfect. Too detailed. Someone had to be orchestrating it from the inside. And anonymous sources don’t hand over perfect evidence unless they’re protecting something bigger.”

I was already feeling the effects of the pills that left me feeling sleepy. “Obviously Alix was in that sack.” “Maybe.” “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve found." My voice was stern. “It’s been what? Forty-eight hours, and yet I can’t find my son?” Rosa glanced at me, her eyes seeking attention and answers. I exhaled sharply, hating the way Grant sounded. “I’m sorry, Ace. But these men are covering their tracks too well. It’s almost like they’re invisible.” “Find them,” I said, my voice low. “I don’t care how clean their tracks are. I want names. Who’s in Mexico? What do they want from me? And who’s hiding behind that plumbing company?”

Caitlin flew over the Hudson River, Caleb’s dead body in her arms, heading right for Pollepel Island. She dove in, coming lower, aiming for the castle courtyard. The cold river air brushed her face, her tears, but unlike other times, it didn’t calm her. Nothing could calm her, ever again.

His body was leaning forward. The caller was the one who he assigned to investigate the arsonist of Althea’s shop. He hasn’t contacted him till now. Tyler has yet to hear his news but his heart was already thumping loudly against his chest. He had a bad feeling about it. “Hello?” “Good morning, sir,” The investigator said. “We had finish investigating the man.” “Speak.” The investigator narrated everything he found about the man. Although the details are similar to what Althea said to them, he listened carefully incase there is something he will miss. But until the very end, his fear about Althea being target by someone did not surface.

Florence, intrigued, turned her attention to the investigator. “What did you find out?” Chaos asked, his voice filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension. “Excuse me,” Evan asked a nearby nurse, “is there a private room where I can speak with Mr. Battenkurt about patient Nora Van Derlyn’s case?” The nurse nodded, “Of course. Let me lead you to the private lobby.” As soon as they were alone, the investigator, Evan, turned to Chaos. “Mr. Battenkurt, I have been digging into some old cold cases, and I found a name that might interest you: Oscar Heath Gordic,” he revealed.