Youngest Detective Novels & Stories

“Who knew the pretty boy could keep his word?” “I did!” A thin man in his early twenties claims. He’s Trent Smith, a hacker who was arrested for trying to break into a police precinct’s system to steal information on behalf of a client. He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam.

My stilettos clicked the polished marble floor on the way to Jeff’s side. “Wil,” Jeff said. He shouldn’t have seemed surprised to see me. “Gentlemen,” I addressed them. “I assume you’re here to see my client.” The younger detective, a slender Asian man with black tousled hair, politely introduced himself with a handshake. “Detective Yamamoto.” His wrinkled white shirt looked slept in. “He’s working with me on the investigation,” Jeff said looking me up and down. Perhaps I imagined the disapproval etched across his face.

'So that's the story they came up with after all. "But there's a police officer who was telling the media it wasn't a killer but a werewolf. How can he joke about this?" Shirley said. Though my ears perked up with that information. "Who?" I asked her. "Police officer Dawg Tennison. He's a rookie officer but they said he's the youngest who became a police officer with tremendous contributions to his field. You know like saving a child from a Fire or helping the elderly cross the street, pfft." Shirley sarcastically joked.

"I can see that. I mean with Sharon it was something but this . . . This is something more and I am so happy you found yourself a part of it. You're the best guy I know man, if anyone deserves to get everything he wants, it's you." "Thank you." "However," Det. Lima said. "Oh here we go." "Calm down it's nothing too out there." "But it is out there?" Det. Brighton asked. "A little yeah." "Let's hear it." "I mean Molly is stunning, she is easily one of the most beautiful things walking around but . . . She’s also really young," Det. Lima said. “Yeah.” “Twenty-one?” “Yeah,” Det. Brighton said. “That’s quite young. She’s twenty-five years younger than you.”

Angelica McSmith opened the dance floor with her latest boyfriend, Clinton Jay. A nineteen-year-old popular artist who started his music career at the age of ten and had became the dream boyfriend of all girls through his heart melting music and handsome face. The two lovers held unto each other in a romantic way and kept looking into each other's eyes. Alisha decided to forget about Kim Yoon-hye for the night and just enjoy everything. This might be her only opportunity and she wanted to enjoy every single seconds of it and tell it story to her grandkids in the future.

"Mr. Young?" "It's me." Leonard nodded, took off his sunglasses, and put them aside. She secretly observed him. "Mr. Young, what would you like to drink?" It was difficult for her to connect this sloppy man with that weird Instagram profile picture. He leaned back in his chair and said casually, "A cappuccino." She ordered a cappuccino from the waiter. After the waiter left, she smiled and asked, "How long have you been a detective?" "Almost ten years."

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

“That was the day before yesterday, you have been unconscious since then and a day has passed. Today is Monday.” Chester mouthed an “oh” and turned to look at the TV, the headline caught his attention with its big red letters, it said; New York Senior Police Detective Under Arrest For Serial Murders. “The New York senior police detective, Detective Aiden Shaw has been arrested for the murders of seven young girls over the years. Detective Aiden Shaw had been the detective in charge of solving the murder cases along side his partner, Detective Tia Sparrow. Following evidences presented by his partner, Tia Sparrow, which had him confessing to committing the crimes, Aiden Shaw was arrested yest

asked the Security guard, who sat along with him. "Fifteen years." "That's it? I expected twenty." "I did solve many difficult cases. I was already a detective when I was a teenager." "A teenage detective?" "Yes and I have never seen a case like this before." "We thought maybe the nurse was in depression but those guards too saw him." said the guard. Agent Wilson looked at Andre through his spy camera .Andre was sitting on the bed and writing something on a paper. 'This young man has a lot to reveal.' thought Agent Wilson.

The young man's surely a handful; the authorities haven't released a statement regarding that matter yet. "You'd better stick your nose to something else, kid. " The detective bluntly commented as he took another sip of coffee. He didn't really like nosy people. "Detective, I bet you still have much to learn about Black Crest City. You've just got here a few months ago, and I've been here since birth." Hyde couldn't help but furrow his brows. What the heck is he trying to say this time? "Let me help with the investigation."