The Investigator Novels & Stories

“Well, as my first job as an investigator, I'll be working on your case. The Kent case.” Lisa's mouth dropped. “What?”

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

Jerome explained. "Still, that doesn't change my suspension. I think you should be careful and watch your investigator closely. I think he is a professional and investigators have a program to match faces easily and he didn't do that. Why?" Stacy stated. "You think my investigator might secretly be working in the blue car owner's favor?" Jerome asked. "Exactly what I feel. I may be wrong but how could a professional claim not to get the culprit's face on his system? It doesn't make so much sense to me." Stacy replied.

"It has been six months since she left and I have got no information from you yet. Do you want me to replace you with a better one?" "Ashton, please calm down.." Laura held his arm to pacify him. He jerked away her hands off his arm. "Mr.Schwimmer, I may not have information about your wife yet but I have something much more of importance." The investigator spoke to Ashton in a calm and measured approach. He was used to such situations and he knew how impatient his clients become when they wanted him to find out something of great importance to them, after all he wouldn't have survived for so long as a successful investigator if not for his patience.

After some minutes of silence,I heard him say, “I don’t want her to get hurt.” I looked at him. “Then let her fight.” He didn’t answer right away, but I think he understood. *** Inside, Isabella had already made her shortlist of investigators. She showed me each and every of their profiles. “This one specializes in corporate takedowns,” she said, pointing. “And this one did a profile for a media scandal I followed two years ago. Real bloodhound energy.” I pointed to a third one. “This guy looks boring enough to be dangerous.”

Maybe this was nothing. But the sick feeling in my stomach told me otherwise. The investigator’s presence here meant only one thing—he’d uncovered something significant. Something that could unravel everything I’d worked for over the past five years. I gripped the steering wheel until my hands hurt, watching him through my windshield. He was older, maybe sixty, with gray hair and the mien of someone who made his living uncovering secrets people wanted to keep buried. I had to know what he’d found. I got out of my car and walked across the street. The investigator looked up as I approached, his face cautious.

He said, looking at me with concern. "I demand an autopsy". I turned away from the dead body and walked a little distance away from the scene. I can't handle this. Natalie has been like a mother and my closest friend. Who could do this? "This will go a long way. Definitely a big case". I looked up and saw Jason, my rival in this system. Jason has hated me to the core due to the fact that I was more favored and I got a lot of big cases to handle. I am a crime investigation officer and I have my own department and officers.

"Come in." The door opened. Dario stepped inside first. The investigator followed behind him. A man in his fifties. Quiet. Careful. The kind of man who made a living finding things other people wanted hidden. My stomach tightened. I hated that. I hated feeling nervous before hearing information about my own wife. Dario closed the door behind them. The investigator sat down across from me. His expression wasn't excited. It wasn't triumphant either. If anything, he looked uncertain.

We are not that low to ruin a person’s life, like how that girl ruined Lilo’s life. “We’ll not give you a name if we don’t have any evidence, detective.” I was eyeing her, no, I was glaring. I was getting irritated at how she’s talking to us and how she’s acting. Like, I said, I was very observant, and I can see what she’s exactly doing. The investigator is trying to distract us, and make us think that whoever we thought was the killer wasn’t really the killer. It was sick to think that it’s clear as daylight that this annoying investigator is trying to cover up for none other than the suspect, Tiffania.

the investigator said. "Why won't you start with the workers? What makes you think we are responsible," Bradley questioned the investigator. Looking displeased. "I'm merely following protocols, sir. Your family members were the first to arrive at the crime scene. It is only right if I check them first." Bradley made to reply but Ashton cut him off. "It's okay dad_" he walked over to the investigator. "You can start with me.". The investigator on checking his eyes sighted an injury and asked: