Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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.”

"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.

then abandoning the stroller, gets into the front seat, tosses her purse down on the passenger seat and sets off, following the walking cop. Then, she remembers the face. From more than two years ago... Larry's bookkeeper. "I have the accounts for you, sir. Expenditures and purchases for the last month, including the last shipment..." What was he called? Is he really a cop? She drives, cruising, scanning the streets for a blue uniform. Where did he go? And there... a dark blue shirt and pants, back turned to her, he saunters along as though the world were a perfect place.

Flashback two days earlier Constantino Bellini "I don't think this Nicolai Volkov guy is trustworthy. There's something about him I don't like," I comment to Giuseppe as we review the cargo list that arrived a few days ago. "You said the same thing about Lilibeth Carluccio, that you didn't trust that little woman, and look, even though she's not my daughter, she has given me three grandchildren." I shift uncomfortably in my seat, knowing his words are true. At first, I didn't trust that woman, but she proved to be a great person who helped my boss come out of the sadness he was in after Renzo's death. Not to mention, thanks to her help, he was able to avenge Renzo's real killers.

I knew I lacked the same skill and intuition that my new husband held, but even with training I doubted I would be able to detect what side a person fell upon in a haze of gunfire. After what feels like an eternity we drag our bloody bodies to the waiting car and Domenico holds the door open for me, careful to help me in without disturbing the glass. Domenico slid in beside me and motioned for them to drive on, which they did without looking back. Something I was thankful for.

After settling down behind the desk, I switched on my system with my fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard keys; normally, Benji would have helped me with this, but knowing about Karis's potential affair with Skyler would just attract endless taunts to me. Besides, I was a better hacker than Benji; the goal was to track the car Karis and Skyler left in. Without a doubt, the plate number was indeed his and after searching traffic CCTV it didn't take long to find them because they were not hiding. "Crest Lake side restaurant," I mumbled, realizing Karis was on a romantic date with Skyler at one of his restaurants. I would have stopped at this moment to protect myself from seeing anything that w

I didnt want to know what it was, I just prayed that whatever it was never came my way. So when Detective Carson made me sit in a private room of a quiet Italian bistro in downtown Porto for more than an hour, I didnt mind. All I wanted was information on what happened cause I knew very well that the information I got was going to help me sort out every problem that I seemed to have with figuring out what Liam could want with me. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting pale light on the files spread out before me. When Detective Carson finally arrived, he was smelling like stale coffee and airport cigarettes. But he had what I needed and that was all that mattered.

"The Chicago deal needs your approval, and we have had some developments with the Carissa situation." "Tell me about Carissa first." "She's been spotted in three different cities over the past forty-eight hours. Miami, Las Vegas, Seattle. Either she's moving fast, or she's using decoys to throw us off." Dario looked up from the contract he had been pretending to read. "What about her finances?" "Frozen. Every account we could trace." Rohan set the files on the desk carefully. "But she's had three years to prepare for something like this. She probably has resources we don't know about."

“Let me get that.” Mary shuffled over to the cabinet and took out a cup, ignoring her, then filled it at the coffee maker and carried the cup and the pot back to the table with focused determination. “Mrs. Boyd, my name is Detective Sergeant David Carlson,” I said as gently as I could manage. “I need to ask you some questions about what happened.” “Oh,” she said. “Do you need cream or—” “No, thank you,” I said, taking the cup and lowering myself into a chair at the table. I cast a quick look over at Sarah.