Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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 approach the dilapidated looking building with caution, wishing that my heels did not click so loudly on the street stones. Domenico sits behind the wheel of the car, a cigarette in his hand as he watched me walk. He had briefed me on the way over what to do and who to talk to, a small mission that was no doubt less about being successful at something and more about proving I am willing to do what I am told. After the conversation with his father I am afraid we are on thin ice and at any moment I may fall through. There are two men waiting near the doorway and when I approach they look me over. I am no threat and they know it.

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.

She still felt so cold after turning up the heat in the car for a while. She raced her car on the deserted road for a while, but her heart was still beating very fast. She decided to pull over and called a private detective. She told the private detective about the mysterious woman in black, whom she met at the cemetery, and asked him for help. “Please help me check all the cars that came to the cemetery this morning and try to identify that woman." The private detective agreed. However, Jessica hesitated and did not hang up the phone. "Anything else?" The private detective sensed that she was different today.

"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.

Detective Marcelo leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple as though the weight of it all pressed against his skull. “It doesn’t add up,” he muttered as he flicked a finger against the edge of the file. “No signs of robbery, no forced entry, nothing taken. Whoever killed her knee exactly what they were doing.” Across the table, Deputy Caroline Rossi crossed her arms. Her eyes lingered on the photo of the journalist, pale under the harsh flash of the evidence camera.

Apparently, there is something to this accident that we have not considered. The waiting room doors opened, and two detectives got in. One of them, a tall salt and pepper-haired man, waved his badge. "Detective Harris. This is my partner, Detective Lowe. It's the case of Dr. Nicholas Carrington that we are dealing with." I stood and held the chair behind to support myself. "Accident?" My voice trembled. "What are you saying? It wasn't an accident?" Det. Harris looked at me with a softening face. "Mrs, I am sure, Carrington, I am frightened by the initial inspection of the car belonging to your husband, that this might not have been a mere accident. There was tampering with the brakes."