Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

But the most mouth dropping fact was that each of them read null. I snapped my head up at the detective and glared at him. "Is this some kind of joke?" I spat. The detective shook his head. "I honestly wish it was," He sighed with a grim look on his face. "Why is there no information about Elliott?" Felix asked. "That is what I would like to know too. I did my research as precise as I could and I still could not find anything on him. It felt like some higher power was intentionally hiding Elliott's Information."

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

“Alright, I will review that too. Many many thanks for the help, Dr. Rui.” “You're welcome, it's my job after all. Thank you for hearing from me, Detective. Please let me know if there's anything else that I can help you guys with.” “Yes, thank you.” With that, Rui ended the call. She exhaustedly buried her head in her table full of paperwork. Everything that has been happening around them is getting more complicated. If her assumption is correct, then the pattern would show that the culprit targeted cheating couples. 'But where did the culprit keep the missing men? Did the killer also kill them? Or did he just detain them?'

At last she nodded and let me come in. I sit down on their bamboo sofa and looked around. Their house is neat and well organized even though it’s small. “What’s your question, Detective?” she asked. “Do you remember your son with a tattoo?” I asked immediately. She thinks deeply. I hope that I can have the right answer now. I am so eager to finish and solve this case. I wanted to hunt down Reybert’s murderer and also the one who killed Mr. Rosario, Jean Fajardo and the two students.

I was quiet for a moment, wondering just how much this person hated me to frame me with such a crime. After a long stretch of silence, I took a deep breath, staring straight into the detective’s eyes. “How long have you been in this profession?” His forehead creased. “How does that relate to the question I asked?” “Because if you were good enough, I’m sure you know what the obvious answer is. I. Did. Not. Do. It!” I groaned. “I mean, isn’t it too convenient? A kidnapper openly gave a clue on who the mastermind was. And a jacket was miraculously found in my hotel room.”

Riele Romano~ Rielle watched as the two men looked at each other weirdly, A lady came in after Reed and quizzed her eyebrows “Good afternoon, Detectives. Is there any lead on my grandmother’s case?” Rielle asked, Breaking both Reed and Demetrio out of whatever silent argument they were having. “Uh, We actually came here to talk to you about it.” The lady says and Riele nods “Please have your sit.” She tells them and watched as the lady pulled Reed away

I nudged my head towards the top bannister, and he followed my gaze before giving me a weird little nod. I am not the investigator Amun is. He can take the thousands of small threads and snippets of information we uncover and tie them into a bow and point out who, why, and where the criminal is. My nature is more wolfish, a predator that hounds and charges and snaps with fang and claw until its prey is subdued - yet I felt I finally had an idea how to find our killer. If, and I do stress ‘if’, the killer had pushed Estelle off the bannister, it was almost a certainty I would be able to detect their scent on the body unless of course, my girl was the murderer.

The spot has to be somewhere here on the estate. But where? I hummed to myself and repeated the riddle slowly, trying to pick apart the words. Looks like detective Kiera won't be calling it a day after all. "Kiera?" Rhemir called again. I listened with half an ear, but I was kind of mid investigation, so I didn't have a second to spare to reply him. Better he thinks I'm a weirdo and decide to wash his hands off me. It's the best thing that could happen, really. Lest a girl that fancies him come and beat me up for being too friendly with him.