Private Investigator Stories Novels & Stories

There was a long silence. Then he agreed. Hours passed. I barely touched dinner.I barely watched television.I spent most of the evening pacing. Waiting.Obsessing.Thinking. When the call finally arrived, my heart nearly stopped. I answered immediately. “Well?” The investigator sighed. The sound alone irritated me. “What?” “There’s nothing concrete.” My frustration exploded instantly. “What do you mean there’s nothing?” “No affairs.” “No criminal activity.” “No hidden accounts.” “No suspicious transactions.” Each answer made me angrier.Because none of it helped.None of it explained anything.

Carvin Rakt. Patrick was wondering how insane that criminal was and he asked, "Why are you recalling it now? If it was a past then why do you seem so worried?" Clark looked at him, he blinked his eyes and point his fingers to the hill that is too far from them and said in a heavy tone, 'I am Clark Black, an investigator from a century is worried because he just realized how people start to follow someone but following isn't about to do same every time?' "What do you mean!? I can't understand it... it... It's just out of my understanding, you don't know the way to explain and if you cannot do a simple explanation then I can't stay here with you sir..."

She greeted smiling, which she got a lengthy reply to. "Hussain told me you people are traveling tomorrow "Her mother in-law inquired. Nafisa was caught surprised, she didn't know about any journey happening tomorrow. She is already used to that type of surprises, he surprise her all the time. "he didn't tell you. I see "She said cutting nafisa. "Where are you guys going to this time" Khairat , his younger sister asked. "If not because of school , I would have followed you guys"she added without waiting for a reply.

ree days. Fifteen thousand words. Every name she could verify. Every connection she could prove. Every payment, every route, every disappeared woman whose name deserved to be spoken aloud in a room where people would hear it. She wrote it in the third-floor kitchen between batches of bread, her laptop on the marble counter, flour on the keyboard, the baby kicking for the first time while she was mid-paragraph about Calloway’s money-laundering scheme.She stopped typing. Put her hand on her stomach. Felt the tiny thump—insistent, alive, a small fist knocking on the wall of the world, saying let me in.“Hi,” she whispered. “I’m your mom. And I’m burning down a criminal empire right now, so you’r

My Mate who I had just met. I won't deny I had fallen in love with him. I had fallen so in love with him even though I had just met him but it's possible. He is my mate! And whenever you come across your mate, attractions come in. Judging from his gestures towards me, he is attracted to me. And the reason he told me this is because he loves me. He trusted me as his mate. He doesn't know I am a cop. A crime Investigator Officer. If he knows, would he have really told me?

The investigator had beady eyes, but they were piercing. He watched me like he read my thoughts, or like he was just waiting for me to trip up and trap myself. “Who are you?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know. “An investigator from the Official Research Facility on Projection.” He didn’t offer a name. Was he attempting to intimidate me? If so, it was working. “Why would you want to talk to me?” I asked. “We are investigating Nurse Irene from the hospital. We have reason to believe that she has a patient with the projection ability, but is keeping it a secret. Those with projection are to be immediately reported to us.”

He warned, arching his eyebrow and I gulped. “I – I’m not lying, I swear. Please, hear me out. I am going to tell you everything.” I replied, blinking my eyes rapidly to get my tears back in. As he began to look at me intently, I gulped again and started, “I – I am a journalist by profession. I was assigned to investigate Jacob because – because my boss thought that he was doing some shady business,” “Oh…” He murmured, arching his eyebrow, nodding and smirking. “Shady business, huh? What did you find then?” He asked further curiously.

Every day brought new insights and revelations, fueling his passion for the pursuit of truth. Guida's reputation as a capable investigator began to spread among those in need of his services. People sought him out, desperate for answers, seeking solace in his unwavering commitment to their cause. He handled cases ranging from missing persons to corporate espionage, navigating the intricate web of deceit that often concealed the truth. With each successful resolution, Guida gained confidence and a growing clientele.

My question broke Fredrick’s concentration on the road, and he looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Not personally,” he said. “I don’t get too involved with anyone. I like to keep a low profile. Why?” “Well,” I sighed. “I’m not just any regular old gal. I’m an investigative journalist, and I'm looking into the murder that happened there nights ago. Ivy Smith was a friend of mine.” He nodded and put his focus back on the road. I took the hint and didn’t ask him any more questions about Ivy or what happened that night. But I did make a note to circle back to him again.

I snorted as my head started to boil in irritation. So, up until now the case is still pending with only a bit of progress? That’s pure bullcrap. What kind of people did we hire to investigate? Not even any single evidence is found after almost a month?! Grandpa, like he can see through my previous thoughts, explained. “Our investigators are the best in their field, Meda. But it seems that the people responsible for this are wise and knowledgeable enough. They have cleaned it all before we could start tracking where it all started.”