روايات وقصص ضمن Teenage Detective Book Series

He said. It was pretty much obvious everyone had black or dark brown hair, and I, on the other hand, the total opposite. Strawberry blonde. I didn't think much about it earlier on, but as I began to familiarize myself with the town, starting with the school — I realized it was absurd they all had the same hair colors and eyes. Not one single soul stood out. Well, until me. "Hi, I'm Sebastian, Seb for short." The nerdy boy spoke, stretching his hand forth for a handshake. Nerd alert.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

From getting kidnapped or killed like Christoffer and the Edwin girls. Sheriff Issac's son Cyrus Issac has been getting involved in the crimes of Goldfinch. Even though his father Sheriff Issac has told him millions of times not to get involved, he never listened. He and his best friends, Jackson, Alice, and Sally. They always got involved in crimes. They were kids that investigated crimes. Or as they liked to be called, teen detectives. Even though they have been involved in almost every crime, this one was deeper and more dangerous. And even though they have been told repeatedly not to get in this one, they always have. They never stop. No one stops them. Except for one man, The Silent Man

“About needing you.... I need you to help me to investigate someone “ “ if it’s one of those boy you have weird crushes on I won’t help you! “ “it's a suspect “ “who? “ Lucy looked back at the direction she was coming from “Williams Stallion”

Ever. The engine roared to life and we sped off onto the open road. There was silence for quite a while, and I noticed that we were heading in the direction of my house. It got me anxious to know what he had to show me. Did the crazy blonde set my house on fire before fleeing town? I sure hoped not. I decided to initiate conversation to cut through the thick silence in the space and get my mind off the house. "So ... Are you gonna tell me how you became a detective at such a young age? " I asked, internally slapping myself for asking such a stupid question.

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

It was the first crime I witnessed, the reason I became a detective in the first place. Let me tell you about this mysterious case causing my recurring nightmares and why I personally had such a special interest in it. On a cold stormy night like this, my ten-year-old self and my mom, who was called Magdalene Forge, were at our old cozy home somewhere in the suburbs.

Until, I saw the badges and guns at their hips. "Natalia, these detectives wish to speak with you. They wouldn't tell me what it was about." He looked at them as if accusing them of something. I slid off the stool because sitting down while they were standing seemed like I was admitting to something and they hadn't even asked any questions yet. "How do you do? I'm Natalia Jacobs. What is this about?" I inquired politely, my southern twang more obvious than usual. "I'm Dective Benson, this is Dective Shaw. We are with the County Sheriff's Department. May we sit down?" The male officer asked as he pointed toward the direction of the living room.

"Do you also read it?" "Not me, but my younger son," Susan replied. "Lately, he's been really into mystery and detective novels. He's been devouring 'Seven Days,' and he recently bought some other books by the same author, like 'Murder Weapon' and 'The Deserted School'... She continued, "Oh, and he even reads that author's young adult fiction. The other day, when I went to drop off his lunch, I saw it on his desk and flipped through it a bit. My goodness, it was so cheesy, I almost couldn't take it!"