Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

The officer taked the business card, "Albert- Detective." Inside a large garden filled with colorful flowers, next to an artificial lake that can be seen from afar, where schools of fish are swimming, one young man is looking at the scenery around his house when he suddenly hears a ting ting sound. He gently opens his laptop to check the inbox, "Hi! Do you still remember me? It's been a long time since we worked together. I really need your help. I'm sure this case won't let you down- Vincent" He gets up and slowly walks to his huge 4-story bookshelf, climbs a folding ladder and reaches for a book "Criminal Psychology." He smiles and wonders: "What's interesting about your place?" He looks

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

The detective's quest for answers took him through a labyrinth of hidden truths and dangerous alliances. Hidden motives and secrets intertwined as the detective pieced together each fragment of the puzzle. The line between perpetrator and victim blurred, leaving Alfonso and Rose questioning their perceptions and desperate to understand what led to Nicole's tragic end. As Detective Rodriguez delved further into the investigation surrounding Nicole's death, she discovered a sinister truth. The person responsible for her demise was not some shadowy figure lurking in the darkness, but rather someone closer than anyone had imagined.

"Too neat a crime scene right?" The detective asked me and I turned to look at him. "Huh---I guess?" I replied "Which rules out the notion that it's a thief's doing" He noted. I know. I know. I only shrugged and continued to look around. The place fell silent for a while and it made me uncomfortable and so I fished for things to say. "How's the red hoodie evidence coming on" I asked and he frowned slightly , his handsome features furrowing. "We're still getting calls…. From old and young absolutely clueless people" He said and I'm sure he is only being reluctant to accept that his idea was probably the lamest he's ever had.

What he was holding up in his hands was a bracelet that looked like it belonged to the victim or the culprit. "Does that belong to the killer?" Detective Karl asked and that made detective Conan loosed his tiny patience that he held unto. "Do you think I’ll still remain here if I knew the answers to these questions you’re asking," Detective Conan yelled feeling frustrated that his partner was almost like the dumbest detective any detective could ever find...

New! New! New! Previously on ADWTD: Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense." Colton was still staring at his hand before his head snapped up, his eyes twinkling with excitement and a huge grin forming on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. "It's not 'The killer is a am butler.'" He said, delight at solving the last clue evident on his face. "It is 'The killer is A M butler' Abel Mackenzie's butler!"

The detective said. “Whose help?” Mitsuhide questioned, knowing where this was headed. The detective was going Kit to help him in some way. “I think Dr. Jones is the key.” The detective said. “Akechi,” Mitsuhide said absentmindedly. “Her last name is Akechi now.” “Fine, Dr. Akechi.” The detective chuckled. “I do think that if we had her in the room, it would spark a response from Cindy.” “It probably would,” Mitsuhide said as Kit sat up and looked at him. “The detective thinks that you would spark Cindy into saying something other than scriptures, which is what she is doing currently.”

I find myself in a room that resembles a detective's den from a noir film. The dim lighting casts long shadows on the walls, and stacks of papers create a maze of information. Ron, Fulu, and I huddle together, our faces a mix of determination and exhaustion. It's time to strengthen our legal defence, and we've enlisted the help of a new ally—Fulu, the investigator with a knack for finding needles in haystacks.

Siena mumbled. She was sitting in Adalfo’s study room this morning, still attempting to solve the third riddle. All Adalfo’s favorite collection of detective and mystery novels were stacked on a large table. “Birth date? No, it doesn’t fit….” Siena kept on skimming the books on the table. She stopped as reaching a certain part. “Numeric code can be solved with a password? Password…, but what is the password?” Suddenly she almost jumped on her seat. “Holy cow! How blind I am! The password is here all the time!” she screamed.

And after that Gray and Isabella. During the interrogation Isabella asked the detective,'' Have you managed to find the one who stole the necklace? Any information about the culprit? Do you know anything?'' asked Isabella with mischievous eyes at the detective. He found it very strange. '' Oh come on, will you stop it. You are interrupting in their work,'' Gray stopped her from doing so. '' I am a sorry cop, my wife is a curious soul. I wanted to ask about it also. Have you found any information?'' Gray asked.