Novel & Cerita Priest Detective Books

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

I lowered the gun slowly, holstering it with a final, echoing click. “Dismissed.” The men scattered, not running, but moving with a hurried, disciplined speed. The three who had pointed out the man dragged the bleeding, unconscious culprit away, leaving the bloodied mess for the cleaning crew. As the last of them vanished, I turned to Vincent, who had watched the entire, brutal affair without a flicker of emotion. And that's exactly why he was my favorite. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low so that his words reached only my ears. “It seems,” he whispered, “that the Church are actively looking for their missing priest.”

They passionately stared at Ares, who transformed into a human form. "It's really the High Priest! It turns out that the High Priest is a dragon! No wonder he can predict the Holy Maiden! He and the Holy Maiden are a match made in heaven!" "What Klaus? What Orion? No matter how exceptional they are, they are no match for a dragon! Holy Maiden, they probably found out the Dragon Clan was coming and chickened out!" Some excited Beastfolk had already started jumping to conclusions. I watched and did not stop them. I thought, 'Aren't Klaus and the others waiting for me to beg them? Let us see who begs whom.'

Beside it, a pool of blood, still sticky. The older priest crossed himself. “We should tell the bishop.” I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. The blood truth, the son returns, and Perpetua’s warning. Everything pointed back to the bishop and whatever crime this monastery had been built to hide. We carried the rosary back. The bishop received the news with a grave face but little surprise. “Pray for their souls,” he said. “The devil tests us in many ways.” As the day wore on, suspicion settled over the entire community like a shroud. I saw Safiya Brick in the courtyard interviewing lay workers, her notebook open. Detective Moretti was back, examining the tunnel entrance with a grim expression