Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

Proof that Zhedya had been watching, collecting pieces of him long before he ever woke up in that glass house. Under the pile of drawings, his fingers brushed against something else. A folded, yellowed newspaper clipping. He smoothed it out on the desk. The headline screamed up at him: “BSI Head of Investigations Arrested in Shocking Serial Murder Case.” The date was from about two years ago. His eyes flew over the text, searching for anything, anything familiar. A name jumped out. Callista Monroe. The name hit him like a punch to the gut. The air left his lungs. His vision swam.

Carlos felt a strange mix of satisfaction as he walked into the headquarters of the Mexico police. After days of meticulous planning and gathering evidence, he was finally ready to bring Miguel down. The evidence he had collected was damning, enough to put Miguel away for life and bring justice for all his victims. Carlos handed over a thick file to the lead investigator, a stern-faced woman named Inspector Rodriguez. "We've been looking for Miguel for a long time," Inspector Rodriguez said, flipping through the documents. "This is exactly what we needed."

Samuel asked defensively. “Mr. Samuel Fury, while Ciara was in her hometown, you and her accosted a hotel receptionist, almost leading to assault. Then a day ago, her body was found, killed. You and Ciara Summers are our prime suspect,” the inspector said, staring at Samuel gravely.

Carlos was assigned to investigate the boy working for Miller’s family. That boy was the son of the driver who performed the intentional car accident to kill Virginia. Upon the boy’s meeting with Carlos, he was told about the truth regarding his father’s death. Using a recording from Virginia, Carlos showed it to the boy and he was too shocked to know about that news. The boy, Donatello promised that he would help Carlos to take the revenge to Miller, Lusiana, and Vincent.

The first thing she noticed was that there were two extra guests there with Andrew and Owen. One was Sera Oscars, the head cop and doctor in charge of the forensics team. She was the one who did most of the autopsies and postmortems in their lab. She was almost forty years old. The other person was Adam Delores. He was an on-field forensic scientist. Tall smart and Darral's age mate. "Hello Detectives." Adam greeted with a small smile. Selena responded with a hello while Darral only nodded in acknowledgement of his greeting.

“I couldn’t bear to. You were different from the rest.” I pulled up my hair into a high ponytail, squeezing out the remaining water inside it. “What did you do to the others?” I asked in a meek voice. “I fooled them. Pulled them into a trap. But with you, I knew I couldn’t. You were just a weak victim of his.” “Why do you think so, Carson?” “Because I know everything about you.” He pointed towards a soft file wedged between the driver’s car seat and the storage compartment in the middle of the car between us. “I have been investigating you since you were in City X. Perhaps you never noticed me, but we have met once.”

It was Carl, with his good news. “I hired one of the best private investigators here in Boston and there is no way that they’d be wrong.” Carl was in the middle of surgery and he went out of the E.R. just to call her and tell her that there’s a huge development on the case. “I’ll be sending you his email address. Get in touch with him.” Are you sure that he’s here? Are you sure that he’s actually here, in Manila?” Astrid carefully stood up and walked towards the balcony and she immediately felt the cold breeze when she opened the sliding door.

I cautiously asked because serious individuals can also be weird and sickly. “I am Detective Ifami.” He raised his hand to reveal a police badge, and that bothered me because it made me think of Nathaniel’s accident. “From the Lanville North district.” I hope, with everything I have, that they are not about to deliver terrible news. I might go mad if that happens. “Wh…” I cleared my throat. “What do you want?” “Miss Sarah Pierce.” He brought handcuffs out while his partner displayed a document. “You are under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Carlos Santano. You have the right to-”

Felix Carlisi, the mighty Don of the Carlisi family, sits before me, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as if trying to decipher the secrets within them. His muscular frame is hidden beneath a tailored suit, his jet-black hair slicked back to reveal a strong jawline, and chiseled features that leave me breathless. Despite the dangerous aura surrounding him, there's a tenderness in his gaze, a vulnerability that he only shows when we're alone together like this. Our relationship has been a whirlwind of passion and intensity since we met, fueled by our undeniable chemistry and shared experiences. We've faced challenges that would tear most couples apart - my past as Rosalie Battaglia, the

Chapter one The scent of blood clung to the room like expensive cologne—thick, coppery, and impossible to ignore. The body lay sprawled across a mahogany desk, one arm dangling limply over the edge. Carlo Ventresca, billionaire real estate mogul and longtime associate of the Morano family, was dead. His throat had been slit with surgical precision, his eyes frozen wide in a final moment of terror. Detective Marcus Hale stood in the doorway, grim-faced, surveying the scene. “This wasn’t a message,” he muttered to his partner. “This was personal.”