Millionaire Detective Characters Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat. “Yes Detective. Look, I don't give two shits about that boy. All I know is I am glad he is out of my daughter’s life. Taylor cares, just give her the closure she needs, don't try to dig too deep” the man said, and hung up the call on me. It was clear he didn't like Kelvin much, which put him top of my list of suspects. Was the billionaire insane enough to kill his daughter’s fiancé on the day of his wedding and fly in a PA from a continent away to solve the mystery?. At the agreed time, Taylor came to pick me up from my Hotel, for someone who had been through something awful. She was really keeping it together.

Nolan said as he swept a glance at him. Quincy closed his mouth. He was wrong. Nolan was no longer single, and he was no longer the workaholic he used to be. Three days later, at a coffee shop… Maisie was sitting in a private room meeting up with a detective that she had hired. The detective was very efficient. After all, she had spent $15,000 to hire him. As she took over the envelope, she asked, “Is this reliable?” “Of course it is. You can rest assured, Mrs. Goldmann. We have a lot of connections in our line of work, and we have our own way of investigating a person.”

Trust his brother to do everything he does now with his fiancee by his side even to visit her ex. "You don't suspect anybody who might have done this. " Zach asked just to be sure. There was always something within him that could tell if the person he is questioning was lying to him. He had always been that way and he was called the human lie detector, that was what even made him go to law school. Since he started questioning Jeffery, every alarm had gone off in his head. It was like Jeffery had been telling him one lie upon another. " That is just it brother. I don't know who might have done this. " Jeffery said as he uses his hand to pass through his hair in a state of agitation. " maybe I

"If that's what you think, forget it. I don't need charity, and I don't need your pity. But what I won't allow is you judging me." "I'm not judging you. Besides, I could forget the case," he says slowly. "I already did years ago. I'm only here because my son needs closure. But I can help you, whether you solve the case or not. Every traitor and cheater deserves to be taught a lesson." "No." I shake my head. "I will work for the money. I will take this case up, I'll find the murderer." His mouth curves into a bitter smile. "Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good."

Within the last six to nine years, there had only been six who qualified. Ethan ran the movie industry. He also did a lot of modeling and production alongside acting. He was well-known all over the world; men and women adored him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was well-spoken, regal, and kind. That was the persona he displayed in public. The side of him they didn’t know... he was a ruthless killer. Noah ran the oil fields along with the underground mafia business with his father and Xavier. Xavier also ran his own private technology business. He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world.

I remembered this scene too well when I came to question Sierra about the blue diamond. A man in his mid-forties walked in and sat across from me. He looked good for his age and was wearing reading glasses. "Mr. Vincenzo, my name is Detective Harris, and I'll be questioning you today." He looked up, meeting my gaze. "From what I've gathered, you recently divorced your wife." I nodded quietly. "What was the reason for divorcing her?" "She was a gold digger." My answer was plain and simple. "Any other reasons?"

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

“Yes, Sir. “ Michael said. He could feel he was slightly getting more and more interested in the task. It was always like this- the more dangerous everything seemed, the more attracted he felt to the idea of digging deeper into the case. “Money laundering, art thefts, blackmail of politicians. “ Benjamin went on, “Those people don’t play around. They’re not some street hooligans, Michael. “ “But why haven’t they been caught yet I mean, even with that little evidence, and the agent there, there must be...?” “Because they have cops working with them. “ “Shit. “ Michael clenched his hand around the paper. He looked through the rest of the files and saw the last one didn’t have a picture, accomp

I gasped in musty air and coughed noting how dry my throat was. "Nice that you’re finally awake. Enjoying the hospitality?" He asked coolly. "Who are you? Why have you brought me here?" He leaned close, cigar breath mingling with my face. "Take a good look at me. If you don’t know me,then you must be living under a rock." I squinted at him and his facial features suddenly registered in my mind. “Richard Miller," I breathed in disbelief. He was a very wealthy and powerful businessman and while not everybody knew it, he was a dangerous mafia lord. But what business could he possibly have with me?

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.