Skeleton Detective Novels & Stories

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!"

When she saw it, Cecilia covered her mouth. There was a table and a chair at one corner of the room. On that chair, was a skeleton with dark blue robes. It was lifeless unlike the skeleton monsters. Its left hand was holding a feather and its skull was on a book on top of the table with long black hair covering it. Matthew walked around the skeleton and inspected it before coming closer. He waved his sword close to the skeleton to have a better look at it. “I have no idea how long this has been sitting here but considering all the flesh is gone, it’s been a while.”

Zeno could sense the threatening force of the skeletonʼs attack, and he swiftly dodged out of the way. During that split second, the skeleton managed to break free from the incomplete formation and enter the outside world. Until just a while ago, several cultivators were gathered around the incomplete formation in the outside world as they tried to study and decipher it. To their surprise, the formation suddenly fell apart, and a strange-looking skeleton materialized before them at that moment. Then, the skeleton seemed to have teleported as it vanished right away. On the other hand, James was staring hard at the place where the skeleton was found earlier. His eyes narrowed as he walked up t

It looked like the sort of place that people went into, and never came back out of. I rolled my truck into an empty space – of which there were a surprising number, though it was a Sunday, after all, and Hawthorn, despite the recent attacks, still wasn’t exactly a bustling city with a new crime to report every hour. The drizzle didn’t help the muted grey exterior, and I slunk inside, my hood pulled up over my head to keep the rain off my face and hair. I wondered where Skye’s little car was – I couldn’t see it anywhere, even though his slot had been right before mine. I had to seem even more human than I usually did, today. Sal – or Detective Inspector Sally Jones, as she’d introduced hersel

Asa said ruefully before settling on the couch in the suite while Mediatrix began to pack her luggage . **** Detective Kennedy swirls around his chair his face completely expressionless . He sharply turns on hearing footsteps and the squeak of the door . It was the Brooke's Gardener , Rocky . He dressed in a cow boy style giving off that bad boy look . “ Good day Mr Rocky .” Detective Kennedy acknowledged his presence as Rocky merely nods his head in response . He pulls the seat and settles in without waiting for an invite , an act which Detective Kennedy considered rude and ill mannered . “ Thanks for honoring my invite Mr Rocky Hillsborough and I will love your ultimate and sincere coopera

Chester said, "I can't help you in my current state. You've been through enough these past few days because of me." "Don't say that. You wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for me. Rest so you can recover, and leave the rest to me." Chester didn't comment further, but he looked at Liora with pity. - In the evening, Liora received a call from Axel stating that a skeleton had been found under the academic building. "It was taken for examination by the forensic team," Axel informed. "Noted. Thank you, Axel." "We've already informed the police in advance. You may go over to make a statement if you want, but it's okay if you don't."