Youngest Detective Novels & Stories

You need to check this out. Mom snapped, her voice laced with fury. "Pat, we're dealing with a major homicide case here. Instead of focusing on solving it, you're playing along with that walking disaster's vanishing act? Where's your professional integrity?" Patrick frowned. "I'm worried about Aubree. She's only 21." The young officer, who had just been lamenting how tragic the victim's death was, suddenly spoke up. "21? The victim's estimated age range is 20 to 22… Could it be—"

Chris grinned mischievously. “It’s okay. You people can believe what you want to believe. But all of this is just standard procedure and we are going to get that done whether it’s believed to be a waste of time by you or not,” The male officer explained. “My name is Zane Buffay, the chief detective on this case. And we have other suspects, of course, but our prime one is Ms. Linda Wells,” He continued. “This has to be a joke, it has to be,” I said, getting frustrated. “My ex boyfriend literally died and because I found his body, so that makes me his killer?” I was very annoyed and could tell that I had raised my voice a bit.

How long have you been in Unit Nine? "Twelve years next months." Jacquard stared. "And you have never investigated anything?" General Lane looked insulted. "Of course I have! It is just this is my first major case." " I am relieved to hear that. I thought-" " In fact, I have made nine arrests!" The investigator nodded sagely. I will never forget my first, though." "He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Six-year-old boy. Stole a golden watch from his teacher. I put in three months on that case. Very instructive. Very instructive indeed."

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed one more search. “Dante Moretti mafia don” Dozens of results appeared. Photos. Rumors. Police reports that went nowhere. The file photo stared back at her: Dante Moretti, youngest mafia don in Eldridge City. And she had just touched his cock.

What also throws me is his age; he couldn't be any older than 30, which makes me start to think we're being pranked, the police are not even going to take our evidence seriously and plan to make fun of us. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm Detective Layton, and I'm part of the strike force that was investigating the attacks." The man introduces himself, holding out a hand to me to shake, and I catch sight of the small moustache tattooed on one of his fingers, adding to my scepticism that this guy is a legitimate officer of the law. "Was?" Claire asks him, picking up on his wording.

With Dylan reading his small signal and expectedly to the future detective of their gang, a diversion and improvise plan should set things right. Taking a deep breath out, Dylan surrenders. “Okay, I will look for any information that I can get with regards to their identity just to make you at ease, as I will investigate what happened last night.” Assuring his cousin as it knew how he works his way and the trusted one out of anyone for being a talented junior detective whenever he likes it or, he is in a mood. As the raising brand ‘Detective Conan’ whose wit is incomparable to any professional, taking the criminal justice studies of their University of Royal Knights. “But it doesn’t change t

Derrick walked on without responding and Chad followed him. "A friend of mine told me that you were the detective in charge of a murder case eight years ago.” Derrick stopped on track. “My friend’s name is Ethan Dantes. The case was about a family that was murdered in one night, husband and wife, a missing child whose body was later found in the woods...dead.” Derrick turned to face Chad immediately. He stepped closer to Chad and whispered. "Why are you in Idaho?" Chad covered the gap left between them and bend over to whisper into his ears. "I am a secret detective reinvestigating the case. That child is alive and she demands justice for the death of her parents. And I am—“

To think I was going to go to New Oak and ended up in New York, solving murders. Crime scene tape flicked like a yellow snake in the wind, and the uniforms standing around looked pale in a way that said this wasn’t their usual run on the streets. Something else had happened here. Something old. Something not human. I didn’t wait for permission. “Who’s lead?” I barked, already ducking under the tape. A young detective—barely shaving, badge crooked—stepped forward. “Detective Gorde, precinct didn’t say you were coming.”

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

He spoke in a husky voice that sent shivers through the ladies. The detective looked at him with doubt. “It's Detective Jones,” he muttered sarcastically and took the ID card. The detective was dubious about this man’s claims, he wasn’t informed about any shifts from the federal and also, the position of police captain is usually given to mature men, this man was still very young, perhaps in his late twenties, he was younger than the Detective. However, the detective was left shocked when he confirmed it to be the truth, the ID card said it all. He looked at the captain and bowed his head slightly. “Sorry sir, welcome to our Precinct,” he uttered respectfully.