Mystery 101 Book Novels & Stories

I can't recall, I still find myself wondering what actually happened, well moving on I found my way into the sacred library, only to discover that no one was present, all the guards were outside. I walked past the tall wooden shelves which were filled with different books, yet I felt a force drawing me towards a particular self at the far right of the library which had an inscription on it, "Mystery." I scanned through the book and I decided to pick the one that had a black cover, the title of the book was Prophecies. The title alone was intriguing, I found myself a place to sit down to feast on the book. I randomly opened to the eighth chapter which was titled, "The Return of the Rebel Alph

The blood pattern was unlike anything Casie had seen in her years as a detective, not splatter or pooling, but perfect concentric circles radiating outward from the corpse, as though the blood had been deliberately arranged after extraction. "Ritual configuration," Valeria murmured, crouching beside the pattern without touching it. "The circles represent time cycles, hours, days, and lunar phases. The Magpie was searching for something specific in his memories." Nathaniel moved to examine the display cases, his business experience making him particularly attentive to inventory discrepancies. "These cases were selectively emptied. They knew exactly what they wanted." Rick was interviewing one

,I murmured to myself grinning from ear to ear,I love this girl so much. Gosh,it's already 10:15pm,I had gotten so engrossed in the files I was going through that I had forgotten that Linda didn't bring her car to work today. I called my secretary to ask about Linda and she told me that it seems she's still sleeping and I gasped. Linda is supposed to go home at 8:00pm and it's already 10:15pm , my secretary and my personal assistant are the only ones allowed to stay at work with me till 10:30pm and that is if I have lots to do that I could not go home early.

Back at her desk Detective Sparks was faced with another dilemma. The journal used a pass code instead of a key and she was sure she was about to face the same dilemma as she had with the phone and was still facing there in fact. She sat behind her desk turning the thin volume over and over in her hand while officer Bailey did some follow up calls. They were still trying to pin down the distributor of the dummy clown which she'd been surprised to learn was a more common product than she'd thought.

Agent Three said to the person in front of them. "That's terrible! One of them is in the hands of the agency and has already been charged by the court and there is a lot of evidence gathered by the police and private army that is in the hands of the government. It's good that the new leaders now don't covet power, otherwise, our main character will be released from the mission." Agent One exclaimed, Lixue interrupted him when she noticed that the person next to her was talking too much. Lixue then asked the people she was talking to why they had difficulty catching the suspects.

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

These were bullet points that I wrote down for a test at the beginning of my training. Maybe I should give it to Eve so that she could get a decent essay. When I thought of the text, because she had shown me in the last lesson, I could only shake my head again. Sometimes I really wondered what was going on in my best friend's head. À la espionage. I would never get over that. I put my sticky note back on the page and flipped through the book to the index of tribal groups and subspecies. I flipped through the chapter page by page. Looked at the dates, the pictures and drawings until I got stuck with the picture of him .

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

"What condition?" Evelyn looked at him. "That's where the story becomes complicated." The answer immediately frustrated him. Not because it was evasive. Because it sounded familiar. Every major revelation seemed to begin with those words. Complicated. Difficult. Dangerous. The deeper they moved into the mystery, the more everyone seemed convinced that straightforward explanations no longer existed. Evelyn stood and walked toward the bookshelf. From one of the upper shelves, she removed an old photograph album and carried it back to the table.