Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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.

But Charlotte caught the truth behind the facade—the way Carly's eyes darted anxiously, the subtle tension in her hands, clenched tightly on the table. A new detective entered the room. He carried a thick folder and walked with the kind of presence that said he'd done this a hundred times before. Charlotte didn't recognize him, so Letterman leaned in and murmured: "Detective Lucas Morrow. Known for his gift of extracting confessions with a special blend of aggression and razor-sharp sarcasm." "Miss Pierce," Lucas began, letting the file drop onto the table with a loud thud. "You're here on multiple serious charges. I don't think I need to spell them out for you… do I?"

Elise cried out, she never for once experienced any of what she just had in just a few weeks. “Fine! Fine my love. Just take extra care of yourself. I will be sending Violet, Sasha and Elmira your way as soon as you get back home. Love you.” Bianca reassured her. Elise said her good byes and cut the call, she had suddenly lost appetite for her food and wished for sleep to take her away. Meanwhile Carl was at his underground office looking at the dossier of criminals that was sent to him. They were all terrible supernaturals with the urge for gore, death or blood. The only thing that was different about them was the approach.

Lucinda Caprio “Yes…? Any news?” What! I have been sitting beside my phone all these days, and my men have called so many times to give me whatever information they find. Yet still, no one has news about Carla. It has merely been one disappointing phone call after the other. What is happening? Don’t we have one of the best detective agencies in Jet City anymore? Or, have things become so bad for the Caprios that we cannot even find such a young lady after expending so many resources?

"I should have been watching him more closely. I should have-" "Shh," Carson soothed, though his own heart was racing with fear. "This isn't your fault. We'll find him, Alice. We'll bring our boy home." A detective approached them, notepad in hand. "Mr. MacPherson? I'm Detective Williams. We'd like to ask you a few questions." Carson nodded, keeping one arm around Alice as they answered the detective's questions. Yes, they had enemies. Yes, there had been threats in the past. No, they hadn't noticed anyone suspicious hanging around lately.

"Hello Jack, this is Cara Knights, from the special branch who came to investigate the case of serial bomb blasts which took place in several cities in America." "I came to meet you and ask for help. Will you guide me to identify the person responsible for such a huge massacre in the United States? Your efforts will be appreciated by the state if you decide to help and I will see you get a huge reward for helping the cops on this mission." The strong and stern voice of the NIA officer was gone, replacing the soft loving tone which only a mother could have for her child. Cara kissed the boy's cheek and put a candy in his mouth. She then placed a whole box of chocolates in his hands with which

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

Just then my phone buzzed with a text from Carson, my private investigator. "I have information about Teresa Sawyer's activities over the past three years. You're going to want to see this. It's complicated.”

I have never felt so drained in my entire life. I checked my phone for some messages and emails. Until I came across an email address that I didnt know. Which was weird cause I dont give out my email address to anyone other than close friends and family. From: @AcrosCM Greetings, Detective! Our next move strays further from Arcilla. A connection less painful to see. Someone you wouldnt expect or someone you would have some trouble trying to save. I hope you show your fake selflessness on this, Detective. Cause we both know what it's like to be stepped on and abused. For now you may rest ;)

As a rookie P.I. at Tyler Investigations, Cassie was still in the learning stages but determined to advance in her career. A couple of weeks ago, the client, Jason Schmidt, hired them to keep an eye on his wife, Tricia. Jason believed Tricia was having an affair because he discovered sexy dresses and lingerie that she apparently never wore for him. He believed Tricia's alleged lover was Jack Brady, the karate instructor who taught their son, Chase.