Csi: Miami Jesse Cardoza Novels & Stories

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.

Renaldi bowed slightly again and exited, his silent shadow trailing behind him. I opened my mouth to protest, but one glance from Misha stopped the words cold in my throat. His eyes were dark, unreadable, and far too intense to challenge. My fingers tightened around the card in my hand. Vincent Vescari. The name felt like a weight pressed against my chest. Misha was already moving, grabbing his keys from the counter and grabbing his phone from the couch like it was an afterthought. Without looking at me, he called, “Let’s go.”

I sat on the couch and leaned back. “I don't want to talk about it,” I said since I was not in the mood to lie. If I told Dave that I'd just enjoyed a great evening with Mason, he'd flip. “Look!” I said, pointing at the television screen where Carolina was being led to a car by the police. “What the hell!” Dave yelled, quickly getting up and pressing his phone. I found his reaction strange because he didn't know Carolina personally but I turned to the telly. “The Miami Police Department have confirmed the arrest of Carolina Mendoza. It’s alleged that she assaulted the daughter of music Billionaire Connor Jeffries. Alaine Jeffries says...”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Elena Lopez, Marcus Smith, Sienna Wood, Leo Remy, Maya Sanders, and Jax Hill—the core of the Townsville Support team, as well as the next generation Phoenix Mafia — were all present, their faces alight with pride and camaraderie. The conversation flowed easily, a mix of strategic post-mortems of the Wisteria operation and lighthearted banter. Kenji Treslow and Jade Chen, still remotely assisting Lionel and Davina in Wisteria, joined via secure video link, their faces projected onto a discreet screen in the corner of the booth. They shared war stories, the tension of their recent exploits still fresh, but now softened by the glow of victory.

he says. “Paris,” I say. Proud. “New York,” Zephyr says. Smirk. Elena laughs. “Show-offs,” she says. “But I am not complaining.” Lila jumps down. “Beach!” she says. “Sandcastles!” After breakfast. Plates clear. Cassian pulls me aside. Deck. Sun higher. Warm. “How is it going at NexusVibe?” he asks. Voice low. Serious. “I am close already,” I say. Leaning on the rail. “Found a keycard. Belongs to Claire.”

Noah's people were frantically tearing up documents, trying to destroy the last traces of evidence, when officers broke down the door and pinned them to the floor on the spot. The second team hit the Justice Residence. Cynthia was in the middle of her beauty routine when the cold cuffs clicked around her wrists, the mud mask cracked across her cheeks. The third team went to the city's most luxurious mall. Mia, clutching the supplementary credit card Noah had given her, was in the VIP lounge at Hermes, selecting the newest bag and dreaming of marrying into a wealthy family by bearing a son. When the police appeared before her, the swipe of her card froze midair, and she stared at them in shoc

“You’re crushing my leg.” “That’s not true.” It absolutely was not true. She looked back out the window before he could see the reaction trying to betray her face. Kane sat in front pretending very hard to be deaf. The car stopped outside a massive palazzo glowing gold against the canal. Men were already outside. Security. Expensive coats. Weapons hidden badly under tailored suits. Ciro got out first, then held his hand out for her. The second she stepped onto the pavement his palm settled against the bare skin of her lower back.

"In my car. 2015 maroon Camry. License KBB 964." "Shepard, did you get that?" the suited man asked into a Bluetooth earpiece, then rattled off the details again, including Carla's license plate, perfectly. "Miss, I'm Agent Marcus Leigh. Who took your car?" "Nick Johansen. He has Teri Munro captive and he has a gun." "How do you know it was them?" Carla stared at Agent Leigh as if he'd sprouted a second head. "Because I know Teri. She's my boss' fiance. Jim Erikson? Their family has been in police protection. Are you new here or what?"

"CEO DelValle, we've come to update you regarding the status of the case involving your fiancée, Miss Perez, and her friend, Shine Montes. Unfortunately, the suspect remains at large as of this time." At the mention of the incident, Ethan's expression hardened. His posture remained composed, but the warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by cold focus. "Chief, I know your department is doing everything it can, and I sincerely appreciate your efforts," Ethan said calmly. "More than anything, I hope Miss Montes receives the justice she deserves. She and her family have suffered enough." "You have my word, CEO DelValle," the Chief replied earnestly. "My department is doing everything within its