Calleigh Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

"You built the knife, Zariah. Let me be the hand." Outside the jalousie windows, the far eastern edge of the Florida dark finally, fully, turned to gold, and eight hundred miles of it away, in an Atlanta homicide bureau, Detective Rhee's inbox chimed with a filing from a Miami attorney she'd never heard of, and she reached for her reading glasses with the last unhurried motion she would make for a week.

“You’re dealing with a professional. Caleb is methodical. He doesn’t leave crumbs unless he wants someone to follow them.” “Can you find him?” I asked, sharper than I meant to. Rico sighed. “I can try. But if Callahan is involved, that means money. Lots of it. And men. And cover.” “That’s why you owe me.” He looked up, annoyed. “I said I’d help. Doesn’t mean it’ll be quick.” “I don’t need quick. I need accurate.” “Since when does Sophie Marwood do rescue missions?” I stared at him without blinking. “Since someone crossed a line.”

Rachel was still gun-less. The two EMS personnel rolling an occupied body bag out on a gurney shouldn't have had on their heavy jackets on a late June afternoon. The other two men were chatting about something. That wasn't unusual. Where they were standing was - to Lisa's experienced eye. Rachel's heightened anxiety made Lisa double-check everything. Horace didn't know what was wrong yet when Lisa's hand came to rest on her piece, he put his hand on his Ruger SR45. "Excuse me," Lisa called out. No one stopped moving. "Excuse me," Lisa demanded in a louder voice. "I am Detective Lisa Capella, Chicago Police Department - Homicide Division. What is going on?"

I said while still laughing. "He was aggressive. Another reason is, he is a freaking mafia." I finally stopped laughing. I looked her straight in the eyes, looking if she was kidding or not. But, she looked deadly serious. "I saw him earlier that night having a business deal related to guns with our regular customer. My other co-workers knew him and that is how I found out that he is a freaking mafia. People like him are dangerous, you know. They work on the black market and in the underworld. Someone like him is a kind of heartless criminal. I can't risk my life even if this seems pointless and going nowhere. I still love myself." She said before she finished her food.

I looked at inspector Arcillas. "Take him in." He ordered one of his officers. Jay was put into handcuffs. "I didnt do anything, It wasnt me!" He struggled. But he couldnt fight back. Atleast ten armed officers were around him. "Honey." I looked at Chain. "Yeah, hon?" He showed me his phone. Someone named Calahan's calling him. "Answer it- oh." Then I realized who it was. I forgot about him to be honest. "Why is he calling?" I asked.

𝙊𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚. – 𝙃. 𝙋. 𝙇𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩. *** Jay and Maya now sat in Jay's small study room, Jay carrying a file, worry etched over his features while Maya shoved the chocolate chip cookies in her mouth moaning with pleasure as the sweetness touched her taste buds. Jay was already on the edge since he got a call informing him that the CBI had incorporated with the detective named Zero who was called for the sole purpose of catching Kali. Along with Zero a special team was selected to work as a force that would focus on Kali.

"You're right. I'll leave the investigation to Alex. He seems enthusiastic, do you think Alex and Antonio are personally involved? “I'm not sure about that.” After that conversation, Martinez decided to break the pace. He pointed to his room and said, “I'm going into my room. Let's meet later this afternoon at the hospital." “I'll let you know if I'm coming, Detective.” This investigation was not over yet, and Cassandra needed to see Cale Callaghan again. Their interrogation was already scheduled and Cassandra would face Callaghan with her lawyer this time. In the interrogation room, Cassandra sat across from Cale Callaghan. She brought her lawyer, Susan Sameh. A lawyer from India.

“I’m Dr. Parrish, but you can call me Isaac if you like.” “Um…okay…” Caleb hesitated, not sure how to handle this new person. He was used to McGregor. McGregor was a quiet man who only talked to them about what they needed to know. “We’re here for James Leroy.” “Ah, yes.” Isaac quickly stepped over to the slab and pulled back the sheet. “Pretty cut and dry. One shot to the chest and out went the lights.” He looked at Caleb. “No evidence on the body except the bullet.” He held up a clear container in which it clinked. “Nine millimeter.”

Savvy asks. The Cally you know has never fallen in love too. " No she doesn't quit " I say " Tomorrow we are gonna show Liam Scott just what Dove Callum is made of " I add and grin.

“I’m taking the phone and I’ll need your pass code.” “You can’t take my phone.” I lift my eyebrows and smile. “7, 6, 9, 1” I enter it and the phone unlocks. Cori releases Cartwright’s ear and reaches into her sling where her gun is hiding. She pulls it and shoots him in the leg. The explosion hammers the room and Caleb slams his body against the outer door. The second slam propels him through and Moon’s men follow with guns drawn.