The Lost Trail: Private Detective Ahmed Mystery Short Stories

By S. H. Miah

Private Detective Ahmed, the best case solver in East London who's always down on his luck.

An old friend in the police force hands Detective Ahmed and his cracking sidekick Yunus another tantalising case of murder.

As Ahmed and Yunus investigate the mishaps of a failing London police force, they uncover clues previously missed, and unravel a tale of murder that runs far deeper than anyone realised.

 

Another instalment in the cracking short story series by S. H. Miah, featuring tantalising mysteries with a dash of wit along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Muslim Fiction Project
• Release date: Jun 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223998273

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The Lost Trail

S. H. Miah

Muslim Fiction Project

Copyright © 2023 by S. H. Miah

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This publication is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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The Lost Trail

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The Lost Trail

W hat’s that heavenly smell? Detective Yunus Amir said as he opened the office to Ahmed’s Detective Agency and strolled inside.

Ahmed, the owner of said detective agency, was sitting at his desk with a mug of coffee beside him, and the morning paper in his hands. The office was warm, but not in a good way. An itch was searing its way up Ahmed’s spine to his neck, and his back ached from all the sitting. The aforementioned ‘heavenly smell’ was emanating from the side of Ahmed’s wooden desk, where the delightful delicacy of wings and chips was waiting in a wrapped plastic bag for its eaters to arrive.

Ahmed flicked across the page, the newspaper only adding to the itch in his fingers. He sighed, flicked