Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

Elgar's focus shifted to his vibrating phone; one of his guards sent a text message that suddenly made his eyes widen and alert. "Sir, I've found a trace of Miss Carista. Can you come to the headquarters now? There's someone claiming to know where Carista is." ***

"Does everyone know who has taken up the case?" "Yes. Jason came out all red. It's obvious he was really angry. Defeated." I sighed tiredly and opened the box. As much as I don't want this case, I still want it. It's terrific investigating your best friend case. So terrific! I feel drained and tired. I feel alone!. But I have to find the murderer. I have to keep my emotions at check and find the murderer. Natalie can't die in vain! The phone screen has cracked and it wasn't switching on. I dropped the phone on the table and kept staring at it. I bought this phone for her on her birthday. It wasn't even up to one year. What can I do with this? I opened the case and removed the Sim.

"What do you want, Cari?" Cari's voice, brimming with longing and emotion, greeted me on the other end. "Ryan, I've missed you so much." My irritation deepened. Cari's presence was suspicious and inconvenient. "Where are you, Cari?" There was a momentary pause, and then she replied, "I'm with the pack, you know, working and trying to be your best deputy." Cari's vague response did nothing to quell my suspicions. She had a reputation for deceit, especially when her motives were at play. "Cari, do you remember anything about the incident two years ago? Anything that could help us figure out who would do this to you?"

He had himself stationed right out his door calling upon everyone’s attention as they all got startled from gossip. “Detectives!” he called. “As I had addressed last week. The big office found it as a need to send help from Florida. This is Detective Jessica Carriewhite who has just officially joined us today. We all know that we have been struggled with the butcher case and honestly, we have led nowhere for almost a month now. The detective here is supposed having something she wants to share what she has realized in her min time looking through our official file.” Explained Victor living a platform for Jessica who was keeping her head high like the brilliant lady she appeared to be.

I sat in the chair beside his bed, scrolling through the endless stream of news updates. Each headline twisted the truth a little more. “Acid Attack Mystery: Rival CEOs Targeted?” “Who Wanted Liana Halenti Dead?” “Scarlett Hale Breaks Down in Tears.” Of course she did. Scarlett always knew how to cry when the cameras were rolling. I drove Elias back home and he’s with Maya for the evening, and the quiet without him felt too sharp. Too cold. I wasn’t used to stillness anymore. The door opened softly, and Detective Argen stepped in — tall, mid-40s, his coat still smelling faintly of rain.

Mу seeing her аt that dоjо dоеѕ nоt fаll іntо my dеfіnіtіоn of communication, ѕо tо mе, I’m still telling mу truth. “Dіd уоu hаvе аn іntіmаtе оr sexual rеlаtіоnѕhір with Carrie James whіlе уоu wеrе thе lead Detective оn thе Aрrіl Lее саѕе, Detective Andеrѕоn?” “Yes.” Thеrе’ѕ nо way I’m lуіng аbоut thаt.

“Then why didn’t you pick up Ms. Emily’s calls? You left her building. She called you seven times. Seven, Mr. Carl. That makes you the prime suspect.” “My phone was switched off.” “Convenient.” Marquez didn’t smile. “Then how did you see the CEO’s car? Why did you follow her?” Carl’s jaw tightened. “I was curious.” “Curious about what? You expect me to believe you just happened to get curious at the exact moment her child vanished?” “I know her car,” Carl said slowly. “And she looked familiar. I saw her drive by, and I followed. That’s all.” Marquez wrote something down. “First off, you’re guilty of trailing Ms. Emily. That’s harassment at minimum. We’ll get to the rest.”

Maybe there was something that I missed about the Rossi. "I'd checked. Carina booked a flight this morning to go to the Maldives. Cristian was with his father the whole day, meeting clients together and Don Renato could confirm it. The Rossi siblings both had clean alibis. There's no way they were involved with this murder," Sergio said.

But what I discovered instead is a million times worse. His name is Detective Rossi. 62 years old. His wife and daughter are deceased. He’s currently suspended with pay from the police department. He has been seen coming and going from the Mancini Brothers Taxi Company depot several times this past month. The pictures he attaches are the final nail in the coffin. It’s the same man, talking face-to-face with Xander himself. “He was working with the cops,” I mutter under my breath. “That bastard was working with the fucking cops!”

’ he murmured to himself. Jessica caught a glimpse of his tone-tanned chest peeking through the open space tantalizingly. She can see his ripped perfect muscles from afar and she can't help but gulp as she gawks at him. 'He's so good-looking.' she muttered to herself while she seductively licked her top lip. "So detective Michael Lewis from the FBI, where is my niece?" Sir Carlo raised a question while he continued looking at the horizon of the balcony. Michael flinches in his seat upon hearing the statement from sir Carlo.