Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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?"

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—”

That this means Alexei Carisi had a heart? “Don’t be stupid, Carrie! That man killed Noah. He’s nothing but a heartless, lawless, and ruthless rogue! Nothing else!” I heard the voice of reasoning in the form of my wolf Vera, inside my head. Vera was right, there was more to his unexpected help than I could see. There has to be!

"I appreciate your loyalty, but we must investigate all possibilities. Could you provide more information about Caroline's life before her disappearance?" I hesitated, uncertain about how much to disclose. Yet, something was reassuring in the inspector's tone. "Caroline has faced significant challenges in her past," I began. "She has always demonstrated resilience and a strong desire to improve her circumstances." The Inspector's nodded in contemplation. "What about her relationships? Did she have any close friends or romantic interests?" I paused, recalling Caroline's occasional references to her solitude. "There was someone," I replied slowly. "She never shared many details, but I could te

I slid my phone discreetly back into my pocket. “You’re waiting on communication from someone I don’t know about.” Carlo’s brows tightened into a deep furrow. “Which means it’s someone I won’t like. I’m guessing … the cop?” “Jesus.” I tilted my head back against the armrest of the couch. “How do you know me so well?” “You got the cop involved in this?” Carlo sat up straight. “Are you fucking kidding me, Vas? You’re playing with fire, you know that, right? He’s like the most goody-good cop I’ve ever met! No shades of grey with that guy.”

Eric sighed and he got up from his chair, he walked around in the study, then went to a drawer that has an ID card in it, he took it and looked at the card, A secret agent, a detective, what's her back story why did she decided to be a detective of all things when her father is sickly rich, he will never know. He kept the card and left the study.

Especially because of his extreme handsome and attractive looks. Like come on, he has been No.1 Most Handsome man in the world for 10 years straight. Yet somehow he was always near the ugliest events, murders and scandals but nothing changes...he is never charged and never questioned. And now? His mark is found near a dead body that shouldn’t heal. I stood frozen in thoughts, with goosebumps coming on my skin. “What is it?” Marcus asked, returning with two coffee cups. I held up the evidence bag. “This case just got very, very interesting and political.”