The Investigator Novels & Stories

He turned to look at the other investigator who nodded at him. "Thank you very much for your time, Mrs. Marvin," the investigator said to me with a slight bow and I looked down at my hands. "Mr. CEO," the investigator added, regarding Chris. "The competition is today. Please, find the artwork before it is time for her to present," Chris said to them. "We will," I heard the investigator reply before the sound of footsteps followed. The door clicked open and then close and I released a deep sigh. "They will find it," Chris said to me and I nodded.

“He was respected. Private, yes, but not the type to cross dangerous people.” Rafael looked up slowly, his gaze sharp. “It’s always the people around you…” The investigator looked at him. “Don’t chase shadows,” Rafael said firmly “Scrape to the bottom of this......no matter how clean it looks on the surface. I want to know exactly who walked into this house and fired that shot.” The investigator gave a slow nod. “Understood. “I’ll dig. Even if it buries someone close.” After the investigator left, Rafael leaned back heavily in his chair. His fingers toyed with the pen in his hand, absently clickin

She needs help. Thinking of this, Maya's eyes lit up, and she tried to call the capable investigator Jerry, and asked him implicitly if there is any way to find out the reason why a person must do something. Jerry's voice has always been very energetic and full of emotion, which is the opposite type of Damian's. He listened to Maya's request, and replied in a patient and teaching tone: "Dear Maya, us investigators are only responsible for collecting the information you need, not for providing solutions. In other words, I can tell you where someone has been to recently, what they have done, the persons they have met, but in the end, what to do with them are still your choice. We also need to

I ask, surprised. Roger just stares at me for a moment, apparently appalled that I would ask. “I’m the lead investigator on this, Ella!” he informs me, frustrated, throwing out an explanatory hand. “I need to be here! To ask questions! To guide the investigation!” “Ooooookay!” I say, putting my hands up placatingly. “I just didn’t know lead investigators were usually so pissy.” “Pissy!” Roger gasps, leaning forward to me, aghast. “Ella, I –“

The pressure remained high, but they were determined to strike the balance between urgency and responsibility. Their mission to locate Samantha and the child was reaching a critical juncture, and the actions they took in the coming days would shape the destiny of all involved. The investigators were acutely aware of the gravity of their task and were committed to carrying it out with the utmost care and integrity. One sunny afternoon, As Jack made his way home after a tiring day at work, his encounter with an investigator was unexpected and, in his mind, highly uncomfortable. The investigator, a middle-aged man with a happy appe

I buried my head in my hands, “I think… oh… I’m overwhelmed.” “I can imagine you are,” Jim said as he gently patted my back. “We’re done here,” announced the second investigator as he joined us in the kitchen. “So, you’re leaving?” I asked hopefully. “We’re waiting on our superior to arrive first, Miss.” The investigator replied with a little more courtesy than I deserved. “Who?” I asked, still irritated and anxious to have them leave. “The special agent in charge of the investigation. We can’t leave until he’s had a chance to take a quick look around and we’ve had a chance to go over any evidence or leads we might have,” he explained.

His body was leaning forward. The caller was the one who he assigned to investigate the arsonist of Althea’s shop. He hasn’t contacted him till now. Tyler has yet to hear his news but his heart was already thumping loudly against his chest. He had a bad feeling about it. “Hello?” “Good morning, sir,” The investigator said. “We had finish investigating the man.” “Speak.” The investigator narrated everything he found about the man. Although the details are similar to what Althea said to them, he listened carefully incase there is something he will miss. But until the very end, his fear about Althea being target by someone did not

"I'm Davis Lincoln, from the PD - missing persons unit. I was the one who invited you over and i was hoping to ask you a few questions, that's if you don't mind." His professionalism amused me a bit, " Certainly........i don't." He tucked his ID into his chest pocket, grabbing a seat opposite mine. " Would you like to order some tea or coffee instead?" - I raised my hands,just about to flag down a waitress who was just about to pass by. The investigator cleared his throat, his gaze retaining a chilling seriousness. "I would rather that we get into my business of coming here." Sensing his not - so polite way of declining my offer, i also didn't bother pushing i

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but the investigation is not yet complete. No one may enter." Grayson nodded, staying in the hallway. "Have you found any leads?" "No, no yet," the investigator replied, "but there are still more people that we have to interview." "I'd like to help, if I can," Grayson said, eager to catch whoever did this and put it behind them. The detective nodded. "Yes, of course." He narrowed his eyes. "Had Ralph Barker been disgruntled lately?" Grayson shook his head. "No, not that I'm aware."

Still, something about her rang a bell. I tugged at my sleeve. I felt annoyed and fidgety. Focus, Cassandra. You came here to watch. To collect proof. Not to get jealous. "Madam." A low voice whispered right by my ear. It broke my reverie immediately. I turned just a bit. I met the eyes of one of my hired investigators. He was a small guy. Sharp cheekbones. He had this knack for disappearing into nothing. "Keep watching." I murmured. I kept my lips still. Every little thing counts tonight.