Priest Detective Books Novels & Stories

Hadn't let himself. The priest came out of the sacristy as they were closing the door behind them. He was old, older than Alex expected, with white hair and hands that trembled just slightly when he moved. His cassock was worn, the fabric thin at the elbows, the hem frayed. But his eyes—his eyes were sharp. The kind of sharp that came from years of watching, of listening, of seeing things other people tried to hide. He stopped when he saw them. His eyes moved from Vincenzo to Alex's mother to Alex, and something in his face shifted. Something that looked like recognition.

But the world outside did not pause for their devotion. Miles away, in the labyrinthine silence of the Cathedral Archives, Archpriest Dominic Vermont was hunched over a desk illuminated by a glowing data-terminal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the latest intelligence reports. The lines of text spelled out a trajectory of suspicion”whispers of a powerful, spectral benefactor moving in the shadows of the Vesper Estate, and the alarming proximity of his daughter to the center of the heresy.

the computer specialist replied. “Priests, you said?” Darren wondered. Nathaniel had told him many times that the Lightbearers do much of their dirty work with the help of the almighty church. “Gather all the material you can on these priests, their families, whatever you can find out. I will want to look at it when I return.” And without waiting for a reply, Darren put the receiver down, as Forbs entered the room. “The coroner's report will be brought to you in ten minutes. Here's your coffee,” she said with a cold face and placed another cup of steaming black coffee in front of Darren. The detective sat down in the same place where she had been sitting before.

Priest points to the dead man, “These two men just tried to kidnap Sage. Call the cleaners and let them know that they need to dispose of the dead body. Dragon, take the unconscious one to my garage. This was premeditated, and I want to know why they wanted to take her.” Dragon nods as he leans down, cover the dead man’s head with his jacket and hauls his body away. All I can do is stand there, my body shaking uncontrollably as Hunter makes a phone call; Priest checks the man’s pockets. It’s surreal and scary how methodical the whole thing feels. “Who are you?” I murmur warily. There’s no way that Priest is just a security guard. Not with the way he disarmed and killed the other man so easil

- The investigations, point out and arrested the author of the crime a month ago, she was the rejected lover of the victim's husband, who happened to be pregnant, whose child was born and was also killed by the dragonfly, who was also killed, by the same dragonfly . - So the husband has something to do. – The detective said. - He's a Shinto priest. – The detective said. - The temple is close to the reserves where the bodies are found. – The detective said. - Looks like we have to pay her husband a visit. – Akmitsu said.

The Priest didn't move like a man of God. He moved like a shadow seeking a place to rest. He kept the pistol leveled at the center of Damian’s chest, his finger draped casually over the trigger with the practiced ease of someone who had extinguished more lives than he had blessed. ​Damian stood perfectly still. I could feel the heat radiating off his back, a solid wall of charcoal wool and repressed violence. My own heart was a frantic bird caught in the cage of my ribs, beating against the spine of the journal I still held. I looked at the paper on the portable press. The ink had finally stabilized, the deep, authoritative black etching a single word across the 17th-century linen.

said Count Clodis with a smug grin " I know that you want to protect Lady Chelsea but now the saintess has the backing of the church , you can no longer protect the murderer!" " I see " said Rogue coldly then he turned at the air beside him to look at the thin air beside him " Your holiness do you agree with this ?" The air shimmered and a man in white and blue robes and appeared " This is the first time , I have seen such a magic, if it was this easy to catch a culprit , what's the need for evidences ?" " You- your holiness you - you are back ?" when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp

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

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.