Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

Or anything else entirely going on? Meanwhile, across town, Carlos was pacing in his study with a whiskey glass in hand. He had made a big move today, extending the olive branch to Morris and the others. But there was still something, a secret that could blow everything they were trying to build. The phone rang. Unknown number. Carlos picked it up and growled, "Hello?" "Mr. Fernandez," a voice graveled at the other end, "we need to discuss the old Rossi case with you. Some new evidence has turned up, and it implicates you directly."

Detective Carper pulled out his keys and slipped the heavy metal from their locked position on his suspect's wrists. He pulled his hands to his chest and rubbed the raw flesh. “She. The first thing you need to know is my boss is a she. We only call her by one name. Dixie. Though I think her last name started with an “R”. She had some sort of tie to the law or worked there or something and that's how we got personal information about the suspects.” “How did you pick the victims?”

It won't end well, no matter who is involved! Don Carlo asked for his men to trace Trixie's location and hack into the surveillance cameras to see who could have tried to hurt his woman. He is a Mafia Don, and he has his own men of different talents for different tasks to do. Anytime he needs them or for whatever reasons. And among them are hackers. Trixie also has a tracker in case someone would take her and use her as a hostage to threaten Don Carlo; the latter would know where to find her.

That was the drill. That was how they got the culprits not to resist or fight for their rights. All they want is to toss the case and begin another, get commended by elderly men who did not really like them or care about the law even. One person would. Her mind cuts her short. Carson. She raised her head in the slightest hope of faith, first, she had trusted a wanted criminal and now an agent she barely knew. “Carson. Carson, ” she called. He took a gander at her but quickly took his face off. He searched for Sam who gracefully picked up multiple evidence from the scene alongside the science boy—forensic investigator—Jade.

" I even saw the folder he left on the edge of the desk and looked inside to see what was there. Acceleration indicators, source identification, timeframes of detection – all incriminating facts. Then I shut my folder and with emotions of anger pushed it towards him. "You just want me out of this case, because you know I have reached the point, which is why you want me out. If you are good at business, then I am good with investigation. Been in this field before you were even born, young lady." The detective stood up and left while I let out a sigh. Once he was out, Carlos get down on his knees in front of me, and took my hand in his to give it a squeeze. "Are you hiding something from me, S

The moment William met Crista, he knew that he was doomed to be defeated by her. "This decision will ruin your life.” Carla had long known that he was a stubborn man, so there was nothing she could do that would change his mind. But there was no way that she would let Crista hurt William! Moments later, he lit a cigarette. As a matter of fact, he hardly cared if it could ruin him or not. He had even imagined the worst that could happen. ................. Meanwhile, Carsie showed up at the cafe on time. The detective had already been waiting for her there. As soon as he saw her arrive, he immediately waved at her.

Pleased with the reflection before her, she proceeded to make a phone call. "Brett, it's Carissa. Where are you at the moment? I'd like to discuss something with you," she conveyed. Brett Christensen, the renowned private detective in the city and also Carissa's uncle, received her call. Coupling it with recent headlines, Brett likely deduced the purpose behind Carissa's impending visit. "Targeting Kathy," he muttered, as he delved into his exclusive database, scouring public information about Kathy. Upon concluding his search, the doorbell chimed. Welcoming the visitor at the door, Carissa stood before him, noticeably slimmer, hinting at the challenges she had faced in the preceding days.

Detective Morrison said. The officers finally got Caroline into the back of the police car, but she kept staring at me through the window with that evil smile on her face. She had just won even though she was the one in handcuffs. Sisi came running out of the house. She was crying and trying to get to Caroline but another officer stopped her. "Mother! Mother, what's happening? Where are they taking you?" Sisi screamed. "Call our lawyer. Tell him to meet me at the station. And Sisi listen to me, get all the documents from my office safe and destroy them. Do you understand? Destroy everything," Caroline yelled from inside the car.

“Just thought it’d be nice to catch up. It’s been too long since we’ve had a friendly chat.” Sasha raised an eyebrow, maintaining her polite expression. “Well, that’s a surprise, considering how busy you’ve been.” Rico shrugged. “Yeah, work’s been… hectic. In fact, we’ve had a few interesting cases lately.” He paused, as if waiting for her to react, but she kept her face carefully neutral. “Just this morning, we found a body washed up on the beach. Tortured. Brutalized. Turns out it was someone I used to know… Carlos.”

"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?"