Novel & Cerita Detective Carisi

Look in the car! I walked around the car and was about to open the door when… “Your mate bond! It brought you to her again after ten years. After your rejection. Your mate bond with her is restored. Isn’t it?” How did he… I contemplated Christian. He smiled, “so I am right. This changed everything, Kian. You can’t have her. I won’t let her destroy you again. You are not a fucking lab rat. Carys Elffire needs to be thoroughly investigated. I still stand by what I believed ten years ago. Carys is following in her mother’s footsteps. I can bet that this time, she is the reason for all the recent deaths and disappearances. I’ll prove it—”

"The brakes on that car were serviced four days before, I have the receipt. The mechanic literally confirmed that the brake line was cut.” "I know." "So mechanical failure is — Who's the detective on the case?" she asked. "Carver, Detective Ray Carver. He's handled a few high-profile cases in this city over the last several years." He paused then unlocked his phone and slid it across the counter towards her. "That was taken fourteen months ago," Damon said. "Carver, on the left. And on the right —" "Nathaniel," Sloane said. “And you’ve had this the whole time?”

I knew he would kill me if he could get out of the arms of his distant relative, who was actually an undercover policeman, and approach me. — You're under arrest, Mr. Vacchiano! — Adam appeared as if by magic, giving him the voice of arrest. Months ago, more precisely when Carina was already my secretary, I contacted Adam Turner, my best friend's husband, because he was a delegate in Miami. Together we began to investigate Francesco's rotten past and every step he took. The scoundrel had bought the silence of the older generation of almost an entire precinct, but fortunately, there were still those who had not sold their love for the uniform. Without Rebecca, one of the youngest and most pre

If I still have my car,. Casey: Do I still have a car? Max: yes. Why? Casey: Just wondering. I close my phone down and set myself some goals to work through. Allow myself to work with them instead of against them. The first one on the list is seeing my therapist. I need to have a plan in place to get the hell out of here. The second is to trust myself and go out for a walk one day. One day-right now, the thought makes me sick.

It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face. He cracked his neck and opened the first file. Vincenzo Carbone. He hissed at the name. A clown that always wished he was a wolf. Luca tapped his phone, called one of his men, and leaned back. “Heard you were looking for some spice this night,” the man on the other end said. “I need more than spice. I need truth,” Luca replied. “The fuck you want to know?” “Vincenzo Carbone. What is he doing these days? I need everything. If he farts, I need to know the smell.”

Ten years after the wedding, Luca got a phone call that changed everything. "Mr. Romano-Salvatore? This is Detective Caruso from Rome police. We need you to come to the station. It's about Alessandro Ricci." Luca's blood went cold. Ricci had died at the warehouse. He'd bled out before the ambulances arrived. "What about him?" Luca asked. "Just come to the station. Please." Dante drove him. At the station, Detective Caruso led them to an interrogation room where a woman sat—mid-thirties, nervous, holding a folder.

Bianca opened her mouth, searching for words, but Queen was already halfway to her room, grabbing her suitcase from the top shelf, her mind burning with only one thing… Orlanda Grimes. Carlson sat back in the leather armchair of the dimly lit study, the stale scent of cigars clinging to the walls like secrets. The TV on the shelf opposite him crackled softly with the morning news, its anchor’s voice smug as it repeated the same announcement for the third time in one hour. “…a handsome reward for anyone with credible information about Orlanda Grimes, last seen—” Carlson’s jaw ticked. His eyes, cold and calculating, narrowed at the grainy picture of Orlanda that flashed across the screen, her

“I’ve initiated you, and I can also undo that just as easily. There’s a tense drip of venom in the air, pointing at us from every direction. I feel angry, but I know I shouldn’t. My men are only looking out for me as per the rules I lay in place. I’m just about to remind them that the rules count for everyone except me, but Emily steps in before I can say anything. “Yes, Mr. Carlisi did the background check. I can hack, but only for ethical reasons. I’m here to work, not cause trouble. I believe I can help you.” The men exchange glances and nod, seemingly appeased by her explanation. My body relaxes slightly, though my mind is still swimming with questions. “Good,” I say, taking control of t

He bends down to her level and says, "Before you go believing gutter rumors, try thinking. How would a woman with Detective Rose's record and reputation risk it all for something that cheap? And your brain should tell you that her husband got engaged less than a week after the scandal. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you? And that should tell you that Detective Rose is obviously a victim of some foul play." Everywhere goes silent, but Dante doesn't wait for a reply. He just walks back, opens the car door for me, and says, "Let's go." *** Inside the warmth of his car, I murmur, "You didn't have to do that." "They needed someone to put them in their place," he says simply, as if it costs him n

"It was about the family. Recently, I've been in Italy with the Accardos. And I only returned a few hours ago. So when she saw me at the station, she got upset that I had run off when she needed me the most." "Needed you the most? Are you saying you bailed out on a responsibility?" The detective asked again and Carrie nodded. "I was supposed to be in Los Angeles the week I traveled for the commission of a land bought by my aunt, Elaine Forbes." "I'll take it from here, detective." Someone said behind them, Kirby coming into sight. Kirby pulled out her card and flashed it at the other detective who immediately lowered her head to the floor a little in respect. Afterwards, she walked away.