Skeleton Detective Novels & Stories

Aurum sneered, "Yes, you're right. But she could have done it at a different time. Why did it have to be that evening? She was obviously in a hurry and wanted to contact Shawn immediately!" "Mr. Lefting, this evidence isn't sufficient. It'll let Ms. Park know you're onto her, it'll alert Mr. Wood too." Bang! Aurum's fist hit the desk again. After repeatedly taking deep breaths, Aurum looked up at the detective. His gaze was sharp and ruthless. This was not the graceful gentleman Aurum used to be. "Then tell me, can you find any other evidence?" Aurum asked. The detective's brain spun rapidly. In their line of work, not only did they need strong investigative skills, but they also needed the

I sigh a huge sigh of relief when Sgt Jacobson greets me. “Hello Sarge. Yea, well under these circumstances I don’t think it’s a good anything.” I respond. “You’re right about that Detective. This one is particularly weird. 1 dead, and a lot of animals, or I should say animal stuff.” “Ok, anything else you can give me before I go find Sarah?” I ask.

Bitter enough to sting his throat, but it keeps his eyes open. School feels like it moves slower than usual. The hallways are lined with the same cracked lockers, the same faded posters warning about "Emotional Safety" and "Healthy Attachment Boundaries." A teacher drones on about calculus, but Atlas watches the clock instead, each tick dragging like it’s clawing at the fabric of time. He sketches again in his notebook, but this time it isn’t just bones. It’s a girl with white hair, sitting on a grave, staring back at him with eyes he’d never seen up close.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

I handed her the finished data myself. And to seal my "defection," she had me entombed alive in the institute's sub-basement, concrete poured over the entrance. Two years later, the pandemic was declared over. The old research complex was slated for redevelopment. An excavator bucket tore through the foundation and unearthed a grotesquely contorted skeleton. Only when forensics pried the data chip—the one I'd implanted to monitor the drug's effects—from the rotted tissue did the buried truth finally surface.

"Inspector Sloane, you're the hero of the day. I've arranged a celebration dinner at the finest restaurant in the city. What do you say..." I cut off his flattery with a wave of my hand. "Not necessary. I'm busy." I turned down every offer to stay and walked straight toward the staff locker room. I peeled off the loss prevention uniform, dusty from all the rolling around on the floor earlier. I changed into a plain black windbreaker and pulled on a baseball cap. I slung on the backpack that looked cheap but was actually packed with miniature detection equipment. Alone, I walked with a light, easy stride out through the store's heavy glass doors.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

In a matter of minutes, 20 thousand dollars hit my account just like that. I was the one who'd asked for a divorce, so of course my wife's mother, Connie Bronson, couldn't wait to see me gone. Ever since Shawn Quill started showing off his so-called lie-detecting skills, my reputation had been completely trashed. After I got a vasectomy, my recovery hadn't gone well, and I'd gone to the urologist a few times. Shawn had twisted that into "proof" that I had some disgusting STD.

He turned his attention again to the little skeleton, that was staring at the ceiling. "Stop staring at the ceiling." The skeleton straightened its back and stared blankly ahead of it. "First of all, I need to know what killed you and where..." he clicked the map and examined it. It didn't have anything that stood from the rest, just the fact that Skeletor walked 300 meters before being killed. It was a mostly straight line in the shape of a "cone," as it gets farther, it was getting broader and possibly taller too. "Well, that's not too far, but it will be stupid to go th- STOP!"

Chapter 70 • Talking Skeleton After the body totally dispersed, Linda was faced with a talking skeleton. "Hahahahahaha." The skeleton continued to laugh out loud in a way that pissed Linda. As if the skeleton sensing what Linda was about to do it raised it hand with vigor and took a red rope that hugged on a nail on the wall. Before Linda could raise her hand so that she could point her index finger on the skeleton in front of her as she had started incarnating but then… The skeleton used the rope in its hand to bond Linda all over her body and she fell down on the ground.