Priest Detective Books Novels & Stories

"Kate, I don't know why you'd ask me that... Don't you remember? I told you—the killer lined up the hundred-dollar bills from the victim's wallet by serial number. That's how we knew he was a religious fanatic with obsessive tendencies." My brain went white-hot. The church case was my first real breakthrough back in school. The killer was high-profile, so nothing ever hit the internet. Every record I had was gone. There was no way Jenna could've known. But my shock gave me away—and the crowd pounced. "She thought enough time passed and she could twist it? Gross." "Get out. Just being near her makes my skin crawl!" "Yeah, leave!" Chief Doyle and I got shoved out by the mob.

Of course, in exceptional cases, this could go on but with very thorough research, which Father Maxwell is convinced he ignores because he is unfamiliar with the agency's internal procedures. I never posed the problem like that and I didn't look at it from that angle. What the detective was saying here would be that not only the son's testimony could have flaws but also the fact that the priest is a completely different person than I imagined. The case turned out to be much more twisted than it seemed at first. All I had to do now was to accept the new truth and try to embrace it.

She held her cross as she spoke. "Alright, Cherie. Thank you for your cooperation" the detective said as he went back to meet Evelyn and Rebecca standing by the corner. "So what did she tell you?" Evelyn asked him. "Nothing tangible. It seems like she hit her head hard" "Maybe it was just a regular accident", Rebecca said. "Accidents are not regular, you are talking like it is normal," Evelyn told her. " isn't that Father Leon?". She saw the priest blessing some patients.

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Reynold gave her a warning glance to which she only ignored and tilted her head, trying to look clueless.

“It wouldn't be good for anyone.” I ended the call before Albert could say anything. A little pressure on Albert Kingston wouldn't do any harm, I thought. I quickly dialed another number. “Priest,” I hissed, muttering the name of the German investigator I had on my books. He didn’t have a name, simply going by the name; ‘Priest.’ Waiting around looking for traces of Elena wasn't going to work. “Yes Sir,’ Priest’s voice was raspy and curt on the line. “I need you to find someone,” I went straight to the point.

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

He peered through his fingers at his hardness and groans. “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” He scoffs, “That’s never going to happen.” “Then I won’t stop. Although, i wonder, how do you intend on dealing with the hardened cock?” “It’s none of your business.” “It’s all of my business if it was caused by me. I should help.”

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

“Yeah, I met him a couple of days ago after I came back from Scarsdale with Sophia. Some assholes held up the gas station we were in. One of the gunmen shot the clerk and was about to hurt Sophia when I interfered. I stabbed one in the chest and shot another one. The detective was the one in charge of the investigation. Why are you asking me who he is, Priest?” Priest exhales angrily. “Because the detective is doing some pretty extensive research on you. Our system tagged him when he sent out a request for an investigation into his military background. Why the fuck is this guy so interested in you?” I turn the steering wheel roughly as I make my way to the police station. “I don’t know, man.