Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

Lunatte didn’t know what it was. “Detective is still trying to find evidence that Mommy is innocent. Everything has been going smoothly so far.” Adeline nodded her head. “That detective. What’s his name? Is he great? Mommy, are you sure he helped Mommy solve the case?” asked Adeline again. Lunatte chuckled. “He is more than great, Adeline. You need not doubt him.” “Is it true? What’s his name?” asked Adeline again, because the core question had not been answered.

Don't bother me! However, Ruslan just sighed bored and then nodded. The three smiled and were calm there again. After almost an hour had passed, one of Valentino's men exclaimed, "I've found it," directed at him. "Rio Adiyaksa. Thirty-seven years, ex-convict for sexual harassment." Ruslan read seriously. "Jefri Aditya, thirty-eight, ex-convict for theft." Ruslan straightened himself again. Derrick and the twins looked at the man with curious eyes. Ruslan swallowed his saliva in fear. The man then ordered again, "Try to find out who the detective is on their case!"

“You’re making a mistake.” Detective Harris, a seasoned officer with sharp eyes and an even sharper instinct, smirked as he held up a thick folder. “Funny, because this evidence says otherwise.” He flipped it open, letting Nelson catch a glimpse of the incriminating documents. “Fraud, money laundering, arms trafficking, kidnapping, and let’s not forget attempted murder.” Harris clucked his tongue. “Quite the collection, Nelson.” Nelson’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. His eyes flickered over the crowd, scanning for any sign of weakness, any escape route.

His voice trails off, in deep thought. As soon as they get back to the police station, the detective gives his direct boss the run down of their visit to Richard, and then he heads back to this office. As soon as he sits down, a thought hits him, a very random thought. He reaches into his journal and reads something inside... "Hit to the head certainly a man..." And Arielle, who's now the prime suspect is missing in the same manner that Tiara went missing before being found dead.

“On the twelfth, what were you doing?” “I was supposed to meet Iris so we could get back together, but my car broke down.” The eager detective flipped through his notes. “I thought you said it was a flat tire.” “Same difference.” “Well which was it?” “What’s it to you?” Cal asked. “I’m a detective trying to solve a murder.” “You don’t think I killed that fucking prick do you?” “I’m not sure, but I intend to figure out who did.” Detective Richards replied. “Well you need to be looking at Iris’s other little boyfriend, not me.” He stated.

“So here is your answer. Since the attack, the work has been difficult. My best sources were rogue cops, and most of them got fired. There is also this detective within my reach, who does not seem to want to give up. – I try to make things easy. Help me, Mr. Campbell - Pierce mumbles. I am very, very patient. Otherwise, he would go to that detective and feed him his teasing. “You know you won't get a solution from me. When you start looking in the right places, then you'll have an answer, Detective.

he asked. “My mother.” I replied. Both men waited for me to continue. “She loved riddles.” I smiled faintly despite everything. “When I was little, she would hide birthday presents behind puzzles,” I said. Antonio chuckled, “So Mrs. Raphael raised a detective.” he said. “No.” I traced the triangle again, “She raised someone who learned to stop looking at what was obvious.” I said. Matthew folded his arms, “Find the missing property.” he ordered. Antonio immediately picked up his tablet. Minutes later, his fingers froze over the screen, “Boss.”

"Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good." I couldn't stop the shiver that bolts down my spine. All the detectives who solved this case ended up dead? And without doubt, by the killers of the boy?! My brain went through an instant override, and then it dawned on me. Whoever might have killed this boy sure has mad connections. My pulse runs at an accelerating speed. I sip from my coffee. Then, maintaining calmness, I speak. "I've never failed a case in my life." And that's a fact. "We have a deal?"

I asked. “To see detective Rachael solando. She's a forensic psychiatrist.” He rested his hand on the gear. “You have to explicate the situation to her. Joe is smarter than we know. If he notice any detective is after him. He might try unaliving her and bounce on the victim.” I crackle my knuckles. Though I have never heard of her. “Racheal Solando is a forensic scientist. She's one of the top ranked detectives in this country.” Jayden tightened his hands on the seat next to him.