Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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-”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Diego tossed a folder onto the bed. “I pulled what I could from the initial report. Carlo’s time of death was between ten and midnight. Security cameras were wiped. No fingerprints. Clean job. But someone left that calling card on purpose. Too clean.” “So a frame-up,” Alex said, flipping through the photos—Carlo’s lifeless body, the ace of spades beside him, and the blood pooled like dark ink across his desk. “Looks like it. And it gets worse.” Diego lowered his voice. “One of the detectives working the case? He’s been on the Morano payroll for years. But now he’s radio silent. Vanished.”

Controlled in the way men became right before violence. The parking level came into view. Cars. Concrete pillars. Empty spaces. Ciro’s eyes moved rapidly across the level. And stopped. Bodies. Three of them. Blood spreading across concrete beneath expensive suits. One against the wall. Two near the cars. Clean shots. Professional. Ciro’s eyes moved across the scene rapidly. Shell casings. A smear of blood against the side of a black Mercedes. His jaw tightened. “Rosa,” he said quietly into the comm in his ear. “Find her. Now.”

'She's right you know, not everyone is Jasper, not everyone will break your heart. If only I could but I'm not ready yet. 'You're not getting any younger though.' I know right? While I was still having a mind battle my office cell phone rang. I answered the phone. "Doctor Giordana Quinton on the line how can I help you?" "Good morning Doctor, a Mr. Forbes is here to see you should I send him in?" "Sure," I replied absentmindedly. "Nice office Giordana." I heard a deep masculine voice not up to two minutes later.

The Detective was cut off by Marcella who chimed in with full enthusiasm, “—is only one truth!” Cara picked her ears. “Ah, an unnecessary person’s voice is so loud. I think my eardrums broke.” Marcella placed both hands on her waist. “Excuse me?! Unnecessary person!? Me??” Here we go again… I sighed and sat back down on my seat. I closed my eyes and placed my chin on my palm, going back to the events from yesterday’s case. THE FOUR OF us gathered in Detective’s flat, 2-21b Baskerville Apartments, as early as nine AM. Within one hour and thirty minutes, Cara plans to redesign the place. Two hours earlier, Cara went to my place to borrow my credit card for some ‘shopping spree’.

"That's not true. I didn't hurt her…" "Then, why won't you talk?" Emilio Caruso, who had spent the larger part of his life ruling the underworld, finally spoke, his face dark as fury blazed in his eyes. "Bianca, this family has treated you with nothing but respect. Ever since you married in, Damiano has spoiled you, and everyone in this room knows it. And how do you repay us? "Ever since Caterina disappeared, you'd rather let the entire family brand you a suspect than give up a single detail. If you won't talk, then we'll just take the answers ourselves."