Novels Like True Detective Novels & Stories

I stated, "I bet you have quite some dirt on Clifford Holmes because he's always been a slick attorney. Hand over the evidence. Also, if any client wants to sue Marie Harding, please hand me that case." I could gather evidence of Clifford's unethical practices, but that would take a long time because he was a cautious man. My new employer, Cole Bates, had wanted to make a move against Clifford's law firm for a while now, and his first target was Clifford. Cole gladly did me a favor and handed me evidence against Clifford, saving me a significant amount of time and effort. I owed him one. It was a win-win situation.

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.

Cordelia thought about it and said, "I also think Uncle Bond's a little mysterious, not quite like a writer who's always cooped up at home to write. I heard from Trinity that his works have only gotten viral all of a sudden these two years, but he's very skilled in writing with clear logic, and his stories are mind-boggling with unexpected plots. And…" "And I feel like those storylines have really happened," Zephyr said lightly. The novels he had by the bed had always been Jim's work. Jim was apt in writing using the first-person point-of-view. A few of his mystery novels were written from the perspective of a detective.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

Sharon McQueen looked happy, and when she blew me a kiss, worded ‘Thank you’, and then slowly faded from sight, my heart skipped a beat. When I finally turned and looked at the road before us, the world indeed seemed to be a brighter place. Author’s note. In my first novel, I wanted to tip my hat to a very influential story, Raymond Chandler’s the Big Sleep, and though many elements of this hardboiled detective story made it into my tale, the one thing I could never seem to make work was the romance story. So, when I was asked if I had such a story that could be entered into this collection, I realised here was my chance to fix that omission. There are also elements from other classic noir/r