histórias de Privatedetective

Private investigator Tom Hart is hired to find who murdered mob enforcer Tony Dietz. The trail leads through jealous lovers, crooked cops, and a loan shark with everything to lose. In a city of neon and lies, Hart must uncover the truth before the next body drops-his own, maybe tonight.

In 1950s Los Angeles, prolific "people-finder", RICK YOUNGE must find an embezzling mob accountant, a missing dead husband (who might not be so dead after all), a mystery by-mail 'secret admirerer', and his own kidnapped dog, all while trying to keep the lights on for another month and stay sober long enough to ponder what life's all about in this debut adventure for L.A.'s most 'by-the-seat-of-his-wrinkled-pants' private detective.

As the saying goes, 'Not all heroes wear capes,' and in the case of Chloé Godoy, the statement had never been more true. The promiscuous, twenty four year old intern finds herself with supernatural abilities one morning after a night out and she thinks why not try to put them to good use and fight crime? There's one problem though. Her powers only work when she's drunk off her ass. ** That only turns out to be the tip of the iceberg when roped into a mugging case, Chloé's life is catapulted into chaos after every turn; there's conspiracies within the police, she's caught in the crossfire of warring mob groups and headhunted by a cult. To make matters worse, her only means of help is her psychotic childhood frenemy who's sex on a stick, and a shifty private detective with ties to the underworld who constantly gets under Chloé's skin. And her skirt. On second thought, she probably might be better off not doing this sober.

Damon Stewart is a local homicide investigator who likes the idea of bringing closure and justice to those who can't bring it on themselves. When middle-aged men are turning up dead all in Denver and Colorado Springs, Damon is on the job. It's when Raelyn Mitchells shows up and steals his thunder that the real job starts. Contract only, private detective Raelyn Mitchells is hired to help the locals with a serial killer case. Working for the police isn't common, but she's done it before. But when the local homicide investigator, Damon Stewart, gets in her way, competition gets intense and sparks fly. But the sparks aren't only related to the case.

Everyone loves, everyone loses. So why can't this love and loss seem to be forgotten? "Why couldn't he show up at a less worrisome time, like maybe when I'm reading at home? But no! He had to show up when my best friend is trying to get married!" -Harriet to her best friend in a fast food restaurant bathroom "Of course I still love her! You can't expect me to not! She was my everything for my whole childhood, she was there through it all. She makes me feel a way no one else does. Can you blame me for that?" -Ryder to a stranger in an airport **AUTHOR NOTE Hey it's me, so I'm redoing a lot! The same plot at its center but some details are changing this story is just a fun outlet for me, I am not a professional writer but it does make me happy so I want to share this with you all.

Shawn and Kay's first date. Between books 1 and 2.

​A dead starlet. A framed best friend. A truth buried in blood. ​When actress Sandy Milo is found murdered at the Manyavar Hotel, the police find a trail of breadcrumbs leading straight to Sam Jonas. But the footprints are too clean, and the motive too thin. ​Private Investigator Reyes Maximilian takes the case, only to find himself in the crosshairs of a conspiracy that spans the state. With every clue he uncovers, the danger intensifies. Someone wants the case closed-and they're willing to kill Reyes to keep it that way.

A series of missing people and Josefine takes matters into her own hands. [In the process of rewriting/editing]

Note: This is a 2‑chapter pilot for a thriller about a secret fathers' surveillance club whose own system turns against them. If these chapters get enough reads/votes/comments, I'll expand it into a full 30+ chapter series.

Johnny Earthquake, a hard-boiled private detective, first appeared in "ALL TOP COMICS" in 1944. It is now 1957 and he and his partner, Rusty, are private detectives in Savannah, Georgia. Johnny just wants to put his troubled past behind him but fate has other ideas.

Paris Knox likes to work alone. The universe doesn't want him to. When a visit with an old friend is interrupted- or, perhaps, improved, depending on your opinion- by a murder, the detective must figure out who's done it, and, more importantly, why exactly the man was killed, while trying to keep his newfound partner out of trouble. Sounds simple enough, but soon things take a sharp turn into the unexplained, and this case quickly becomes one of the most convoluted of Paris's career. ---------- Content Warnings: Rated mature only cause I cuss like a sailor in the author notes. Content wise, this is about a PG13. It will definitely have violence. It's not like, extremely gory, but still, have this warning. Descriptions of blood, wounds, and death. (There's a murder. That's the Plot.) Also! In chapter 3, there's a super duper brief mention of suicide in the context of 'this wasn't one, like it was for sure murder', but I'd still like to put the warning here.

Seamus, Robert, and Arthur. An Irish, British, and French man. They were inquisitive kind, always wondering, and always poking their noses where they don't belong. So it was no surprise they would start a private detective agency of their own.

Lucious "Lucy" Jones is a quirky private investigator who takes a job from a anonymous client to track down a powerful arms dealer hiding in the 90% of North America ravaged by nuclear apocalypse notoriously called the deadlands. He and his best friend, a stuffed unicorn named Ricky, must face gangsters, kingpins, and military officials to find their mark and get paid.

Just a couple of hilarious stories. Enjoy! If you guys make any full scale stories out of these make sure to tell me and I'll be sure to read and follow you!

In this story, the main character, Haru Aiko is a well known private detective in Tokyo who recently took the case of his missing friend. Aiko was a libero at Aoba Johsai back in the days, graduated and followed his dreams.

Secondhand Blood can be read on any electronic device. As if coming of age during the free love hippie movement and the final years of the Vietnam War weren't confusing enough. After graduating from high school, Carney Dahleton finds himself struggling to accomplish the simplest of goals; finding a wife and having children. For Carney, high school was one big party, lots of drinking, chasing girls and psychedelic drugs. He joined the Navy to see the world but spent his entire Navy stent on the beaches of Oahu Hawaii. After returning to civilian life, Carney stumbles into a great career as a private investigator, however his plan to be a father and a husband continue to elude him. This historically accurate novel chronicles a young man's life experiences from the first time he kissed a girl in 1964 through to his retirement party in 2018. Although his dreams seemed naturally enough, Carney's experimental drug use, casual sex, and his undeniably stupid mistakes keep the life he really wants at bay. Secondhand blood is the story of a man who, without ever marrying, and never having a child of his own, winds up surrounded by children he has fathered, in spite of his own lack of planning.

Charlie and Walter his 18 yr old assistant are called in to solve a warehouse burglary. Do the crims have inside help? Walters computer skills will prove crucial in solving the mystery.

Or the story of the man who went looking for adultery and came back with a lemon. When a man suspects his wife, Marjorie, of having an affair, there are only two things he can do: assume her guilt and find another wife, or go to a private investigator. Kevin did the latter. But when the private investigator doesn't quite turn out to be what Kevin expects, he is forced to investigate Marjorie's affair alone, and uncovers a web of conspiracy that is so complicated that he hasn't the first idea where to start. Until Marjorie takes over...

Nicholas Hunter, private investigator with a difference. Part hero, part monster, part man and part vampire even as he aimed higher in his life. He never dreamed of becoming a vampire but it seemed his wedding vows, his promise to his wife to love her forever was to be literally forever. On the wedding night, after he pledged his vows, a kiss in his neck changed him forever. Her teeth met his neck, his blood dribbled down it as her blood was forced down his throat. It was a way to bind them together forever, a way to curse him, to chain him to her and to keep him away from the depths of humanity. Before that night, he was an officer of the law, one who found himself sneaking around and going against the very laws he pledged to protect and serve. He killed people, he didn't want to but he did it, murdered those innocents, the ones he loved and cared for. He listened to them begging for life, talking about their lives, their children, their lovers, their families and promising to be different, much different if he let them go. The only thing he found immensely tough was just that, letting them go. How could he when they knew too much? To put them out of their suffering, he killed them. It was something his wife was only too happy about, sharing kills, a family of monsters but even then, life has its surprises. Five years into their immortal marriage, it slowly began to break down, shatter and fall. She became mad, angry as he refused to kill. He couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't kill them. He tried to but he couldn't do it, he just couldn't do it. He found himself a blood dealer, a man at the hospital who he could exchange money for blood, a blood type of his choice. He made a name for himself as a private investigator, unable to be a policeman but still comfortable on the side lines, sitting on the line between 'human' and 'monster' but even he had to ask himself the one question, the one question that haunted him. Could he stay that way forever?