What's in a Detective?

goals are met. There are some cases that have happened in the past and some even more recently were I believe the goals were not met effectively. For example, when the lead detective, Steve Thomas, was working the JonBenét Ramsey case, the Ramsey’s attorneys and others that were part of Team Ramsey did not want to help Detective Thomas solve the case. In JonBenét: Inside the Ramsey Murder Investigation, Steve Thomas states that, “FBI testing was delayed because Team Ramsey wanted their own people to

outstanding criminal. For example, in “The Red-headed league,” Holmes demonstrates foresight when he told the detective,”I hope that you have done what i asked you.”(Doyle 85) Holmes thinks ahead better than the cops do because he is always one step ahead. This contributes as being a good criminal because then it would take longer for the cops to find you. Since Holmes is a detective he would be good as a criminal because he always knows what the cops are doing. So for Holmes, he would be

Driving home thinking about her loss, looking up, Marlene saw the light changing and applied her breaks as the truck behind her failed to stop. Hitting her Mercedes, it smashed the trunk and knocked the car several feet. Getting out of the truck, the driver checked Marlene for injuries, and she yelled, “You’re nothing but an idiot and they shouldn’t allow you to drive.” “Gee, I’m so sorry, that was my fault. I took my eyes off the street for a second and didn’t see the light change.” “I called

Prolific Novelist Publishes Third Book in Max Cantu Detective Series Teacher-turned-detective Max Cantu takes up his third case. Walter Turner published The Laguna File: A Max Cantu Novel (iUniverse, 2008), his third book in the Max Cantu detective series. In The Laguna File, the teacher-turned-private investigator is asked to investigate a home invasion of a once famous movie star, now a recluse and living in Laguna Beach. The client tells Max not to inform the police in order to protect her

glanced over his shoulder through the white blinds and saw two formally dressed men on the porch. A strong sense of dread threatened to overwhelm every part of his body. His eyes climbed up towards their expressionless faces. Standing there were the detectives–but they didn’t wear the same optimism they had for the last two months. Optimism that Michelle and himself had latched onto. Something was wrong. “Who is it?” Michelle

"Detective Fitz..." "Detective we have a homicide down here at Maiden Lane. A strangled victim, mid-thirties..." "Alright I'll be there," Jack Fitzgerald was a homicide detective. From an early age, he knew always wanted to solve crimes. Not the silly Hollywood crimes that TV played but, he wanted to solve real crimes. Jack finished putting on his coat and flew out his apartment getting into his unmarked car. Jack who went by Detective Fitz was 30 years old. 6'0 and built in all the right

in the detective's hand. “Thank you,” whispered the detective rushing to get out of the room. While MaryJane sat in the interrogation room, thoughts of good times came to her head. The detective barged in the room instantly to tell MaryJane of their findings. “The caller was calling at an old abandon warehouse on Elm Street. Now we don't know if that’s where they are, but we have a unit going to go check it out now.” “Ok, thank you detective.” “Hmn, here’s your phone. You can go home Ms.Clifford

discussing the case although disappointed they hadn’t solved the Lincoln murder case, Detective Wallace said, “We need to talk to Mrs. Wilson, there’s something about her story bothers me, and I can’t put my finger on it.” “Let’s talk to her, before we go to lunch. How does that sound?” Detective Johnson suggested. “Sounds good,” Detective Wallace said, making a left turn and went to Mrs. Wilson’s house. +++ The detectives sat on Mrs. Wilson’s sofa and were certain they had met the neighborhood gossiper

need your help.” Ready to go to another neighbor’s house, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” After opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He asked, “What’s wrong? Karen, what’s your problem?” Weeping, she said, “Something is wrong with Katherine. She looks dead, come quick.” “Just a minute,” he said, rushing into the house and returned putting on his pants. “Where is she?” Motioning for him to follow her, Karen

Dan! I need your help.” Ready to give up, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” Opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and started sobbing. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked. Pulling her into the house, he asked again, “Karen, what's the matter?” Through her sobbing, she was able to tell him. Something was wrong with their Katherine. “Where is she now?” He asked as Karen rushed out the door, motioning for him to follow her as she ran