Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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."

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.