Youngest Detective Novels & Stories

Christopher and Leo enter the office of one of the best-known detectives. He worked as a detective in the NYPD until he retired at age 60 and is now one of the highest-rated private detectives in the United States. A young man who looked no older than 20 was sitting at a desk at the office's entrance. - Good afternoon. How can we help? - I was looking for Detective Joseph Rose. Can he talk to me? The boy recognizes the man from the television. That was Christopher Dixen, the CEO of Dreams Came True, Advertising, Inc.

Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32 Occupation: Detective Inspector (DI) Current Situation: The best detective in the station—once he focuses on a case, he won’t let it go until it’s solved. Appearance: • Black, shoulder-length hair, often messy from stress. • Grey eyes, sharp and unblinking—he studies people like he’s already seen their worst. • Thick eyebrows always knitted into a scowl, even when relaxed—gives him a permanently angry expression. • Wears plain clothes: a worn brown leather jacket, jeans, and scuffed boots; avoids suits.

However, Cassie has given Jiang Chuanyu the photo of this little boy and asked her to help find out who this person really is. This incident also caused Teddy Smith's dissatisfaction, thinking that Cassie and Javen requisitioned their wives as manpower, which led to their lack of time with him. Cassie's answer to this is, get out. Jiang Chuanyu proved to be the most talented detective. In just three days, he touched the identity background of the little boy clearly. Cassie looked at the list and lost in thought. The little boy named He Chen is three and a half years old this year.

I asked Johnson as soon as we got off and was walking to the old man's little cabin. "Oh, the officers who arrived at the scene opened the drum and found a body in this." Detective Johnson said. "Has the body been identified?" I asked. "No, but the body is suspected to be Nineteen year old Dwayne fudger." Detective Johnson said. "Fudge?" I joked. Detective Johnson chuckled. "Fudger." He mumbled. "That name sounds familiar for some reason." I said as I ran my hands through my hair trying to remember where I heard the name from.

I could see the frustration building in their faces. The younger one looked like he wanted to reach across the table and choke me. The older one was trying to stay calm but his jaw was tight. After almost forty minutes the younger detective finally snapped. “You think this is a game?” he growled. “People died because of what you did. You kidnapped two women and a child. You had an armed compound. Start talking or you’re never seeing the outside of a cell again.” I shrugged, chains rattling. “People die every day. Not my problem. And as for Cross… good luck making anything stick. He’s probably already lawyered up and writing a big check to your department’s charity gala.”

Rookie Detective Matt Harlan sat at his desk in the noisy precinct, staring at the thick folder in front of him. His palms were already sweaty. This wasn’t some small-time drug dealer or car thief. This was his first real case, and it felt like diving headfirst into the deep end.

I'm Captain Ace, the youngest police captain and special forces commander this city's ever seen. At 21, I've already made a name for myself as a no-nonsense leader who gets results. But there's a darker side to my power trip, one that I indulge in the depths of the police station's basement. It's late, and the station's nearly empty when I head downstairs to my private dungeon. I've got a special guest waiting for me tonight – a new recruit who's been giving me "attitude." It's time to teach her a lesson she won't forget.

ROSE I inhale deeply as the cold water crawls repeatedly across my skin. It's evening already. I spent the entire afternoon looking for clues. Fortunately enough for me, I met an old college friend of mine who's a detective in LA, and he promised to help me find out about Lavender and her supposedly dead kid. In fact, he also said he's been curious about the way the detectives all died. He had wanted to investigate, but the police boldly told him it's not his duty to; that even the families of the deceased aren't worried about it. Somehow, I couldn't help but think this person in question has connections with the police. I couldn't say it to him because it's against the law to accuse a fello

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

I wanted to kill her father the bastard that hurt her. I kept thinking back to that day ten years ago it was my first shift as a rookie policeman. When we got the call at eleven pm that someone was being beaten and screaming never in my life did I expect to see a little girl as the victim and by who? By her abusive father.