Youngest Detective Novels & Stories

I can hear the frustration in his voice. “It’s her brother, surely she cares…,” Detective Solomon laughs before cutting the young cop off. “You would think so. She’s a mafia through and through. I could not break her when her mother was murdered in front of her and she was only six years old at the time,” he says, and I can’t help but flinch. Was I really so much of a mafia?

The door slammed behind us. I took my seat, IAB looked at me with disdain. Zeltman sat beside me and readied his opening warning. They settled in, taken aback by our boldness. I hadn't seen the older Detective before, he was okay by IAB standards. The younger Detective was a snitch out of the Five-six Precinct, ended up where snitches go, the rat squad. The third Detective was new to IAB. He was there to learn and train how to take cops down. This was nothing but a show of force designed to play with my head. The more Detectives, the more I was supposed to be afraid. "I guess we're starting this now, huh?" said the older Detective.

Apparently, my brain had called it a night and turned control over to my hormones. The only local story I discovered was a short, four-year-old piece welcoming the new detective to the VSP. He had relocated from New Orleans with his infant daughter. I stared at the screen in disbelief. I couldn’t imagine the big, gruff, sexy-as-hell cop with a baby, but then I remembered the crack he made comparing me to his daughter. There was no mention of a wife, and an unbidden little trill of pleasure danced along my nerve endings. Then I thought about the little girl with no mother to care for her and felt guilty for my reaction. I knew only too well what that was like.

had propelled me to become the youngest Chief Detective in the city, with international cases under my belt. As I prepared for the day, I awaited the arrival of my trusted friend and colleague, Chris Dain. He was the only one I could confide in, especially since my mom's disappearance had left me with severe trust issues. Deli, my former babysitter, had claimed I imagined the whole ordeal, and I couldn't forgive her for that. As I thought about Deli's betrayal, my blood boiled. I had blocked her out of my life, just as she had done to the memory of my mom's disappearance.

CHAPTER: ONE. ****** Detective Logan O'Brien and his partner Conan Doyle were assigned to a crime scene in the downtown area of Hillburn City. They had both been working in Hillburn for nearly six months now, since his graduation from the academy with honors in homicide. Detective O'Brien was the youngest detective in the HCPD's entire history, so that made him quite popular among those who worked the streets, as well as among detectives of other departments and agencies. Logan didn't care about this fact very much, but Detective Doyle seemed quite fond of it, and they were going to take advantage of his attention to detail.

After she saw him, she became even angrier, “You are the private detective that Tom talked about? Mike Carlson?” The man nodded and looked at Jessica calmly under her suspicious gaze, “I am.” Agitated, Jessica looked at her watch and took her purse, ready to leave. “Tom must be crazy. Where did he find you? Are you a grown-up? You look like a makeup people instead of a detective. This is not a little boy’s game.” The man in front of Jessica was in his early twenties. He had fair skin and a baby face. He couldn’t be underage, but he must be less than 25. How could anyone believe that this young man was the most famous private detective in Rose City?

"I found an incriminating piece of evidence that the murderer left behind yesterday!" Everyone was excited. To save time, I started leading them straight to the suspect's house, explaining, "The crux of this case is the murderer's use of the knife this time…" However, the moment I stepped outside the headquarters, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out and took a look. Immediately, the latest headlines burned a hole in my eyes. "Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!"

"Gets me an excuse to hold you." Heat floods through me at his words, at the way his voice drops on the last part. We're dancing effortlessly now, moving together like we never stopped. Like the six years apart never happened. The music swells around us, the other couples fade into background noise, and it's just us. Just this moment. "Tell me about your job," he says suddenly, breaking the charged silence. "You're a detective now." "Yeah." I'm grateful for the change in subject, even if my body is still hyperaware of everywhere we're touching. "Youngest person in the precinct to make detective. My senior's still salty about it."

Anyway, right now, she was grateful to him for helping her. For long she had procrastinated, now was the time to face her past. She was going to hire a detective who would find him for her. It was inevitable. Even though she had moved on physically, she was still mentally stuck in her past. Her never-ending nightmares were a testament to that. She needed to find him and get a closure. Or else she would never be able to move on. She left work early to see the detective. Peter Gomez was a renowned detective of the country with no failed record. Despite his impressive record, she was surprised to find him to be a young man in his early thirties.

"We need to search her room here and find out where else she might have gone in the days before her death." As they prepared to examine Lily's living space, Casie felt her phone vibrate with an incoming call. The screen displayed "Unknown Caller," but something, perhaps her newly enhanced instincts, told her to answer. "Detective Blackwood," she answered, stepping away from the group. "Detective." The voice was distorted, deliberately masked by some kind of modulation. "I understand you're looking for me." A chill ran down Casie's spine. "Who is this?" "You know who it is." The artificial voice carried a hint of amusement. "You're standing in a shelter full of children asking questions about