Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

She answered all the questions in detail, then he revealed their investigation. "We found some evidence that suggests someone else might be involved in your abduction," the detective said, his expression serious. "Perhaps that individual is the real mastermind, Isabelle might just be the accomplice." Ivy's eyes widened, her heart racing with possibilities. Could it be someone she trusted? Someone close to her? But amidst these possibilities, she strongly suspected one individual she once trusted, someone who had sworn to make her life miserable. "Who is it, detective?" The detective hesitated before he continued. "We....are not sure yet, but we have a few leads. We will need your help to inv

Yes, I will come out now to get it" he said to the other party of phone What's the matter" Liam asked looking at him The result for the note found" Joel said Go on and get it" Riley said Joel nodded and left immediately Liam still looked at the computer As Riley sat down at the other extreme of the office looking at her own computer too Miss Riley don't you think is fishy" Liam asked What's fishy" Riley asked The fact that even after killing the murderer won't be detected" Liam said as Riley nodded It can only be concluded that she has an inside helper" Riley said as Liam raised his head

It was soft and gray, stuffed with tiny beans that shifted as he moved it in his hands. Beneath one of its ears, he noticed a small splotch of dried blood. "Ah," he said, standing. He held it out for Riley to see. "Watson," he said solemnly, "How did a blood-stained stuffed animal get out here, when our lonely farmer died inside the house?" Riley gave him a dubious look. "I think you have us confused. I'm definitely Sherlock." Kadeem smiled faintly, though his chest weighed heavy with foreboding. "Crack the case and I'll call you anything you like."

He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspecting you, is he?"

and leaving the Riddle manor. The living room quieted down. The butler brought a cup of tea and asked softly, "Sir, are you really not considering reporting this to the police?" Mr. Riddle Sr. had already chosen one from the four families to investigate separately. Additionally, he avoided Sean, who was under suspicion. However, it was unlikely that these four would work together effectively during the investigation. In truth, all of them had become suspects in Mr. Riddle Sr.'s eyes, and it was uncertain whether the truth would be revealed.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Regardless, I maintain a poker face as I watch the detective bow respectfully. “Your Grace….”. He says and lowers his head cordially. How courteous. “... I'm Detective Asher Glen and I'm in charge of the case of Vander Djik Gerald who was found dead in the early hours of this evening”. I nod in complete understanding. “It's nice meeting you, detective”. “We are questioning everyone in case anybody heard or saw anything that might be helpful to the investigation. We'd appreciate your cooperation, Luna”. I glance at Draaven but his face is once again empty and expressionless as he lets the detective and I have our conversation.

the detective alerted. “Question?” “Yes! I will ask you this once. Do you know Pablo Picasso?” the detective questioned. "Mr. Michael!" The detective yelled his name. It was as if Michael went through a trauma by just thinking about the question the detective asked. "you know him don't you?" the detective questioned again.

I turned my head to glance at him “No, you don’t,” I replied in a defeated voice. “It’s about the twin bond, isn’t it?” He kept his eyes on me. I frowned, “...” And he smirked, “See, I was right.” Trying to hide something from a detective is very hard. He doesn’t need much to come to a conclusion. But how? “How’d you know?” I asked. “I didn’t become a senior detective for nothing,” He smirked feeling confident and I turned my body to look at him but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

Anna has sold herself out by her outburst and words and he wants to know what it's all about. “I'm detective Rodgers,a private detective in charge of investigating the whereabouts of a missing baby many years ago” he replied casually and wanted to leave. Richard raised a hand and asked him to pause. If Rodgers hadn't shown him his ID he would have doubted him. But he is indeed a private cop and which missing child would he be investigating and interrogating Anna about? “Can I know more about this case?” Richard asked and Rodgers declined politely before stepping out. Once he left, Richard became confused.