Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

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.

"Please come inside, would either of you like some coffee or water?" I just rolled my eyes at him as I stepped away from the door and followed both men into the kitchen. Neil, the oh so gracious host! It's almost laughable the way he acts lately. As he does his host thing, I eye both men suspiciously as my fear that something has happened increases. I can't keep my curiosity at bay so I can't help but ask. "Who are you guys and why are you here?" Spiky Guy clears his throat. "I am Detective Dan Stevens and this is my partner, Detective Ian Williams. Do either of you know a woman by the name of Betsy Carrington?"

Her mouth fell slightly open as she watched me get off my 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO. “Isabella Moretti.” I called her name, and she looked so surprised. “Who are you?” She said, irritated at how close the car was to her, I double-crossed her, and that was the only time I could find her alone ever since I started tracking her. “I’mCarlos Gotti. Thank you for saving my life.” I drew out my wallet, wrote down a check for ten million dollars, and handed it over to her. She gasped in surprise, her eyes falling back at me.

"I'm just sayin-" "Okay stop" I cut him off sharply. "With all due respect Detective Edwards, Detective Deckor is just doing his job. This man held a gun to my head! He's connected to Mia. If he speaks, I wont have death following me around me around with his evil stick or whatever it's called. So if you don't mind, let the man do his job." I ended, taking him by surprised. "And for the record, instead of treating Tristan like he's some inexperienced kid who will only be a burden, maybe try working with him because he's a damn great detective and a way better one than you in my book"

“I’m not scared of you.” “Maybe you should be.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Because when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were.” He turned and left, locking the door behind him. Elisa waited until his footsteps faded before exhaling. She wouldn’t break. Not yet. *** Rico stood outside the police station, his fingers gripping the surveillance photo Harris had given him. It wasn’t perfect, just a grainy image of a black SUV near the spot where Lydia’s body was found, but it was enough to make his blood boil.

RECAP FROM CHAPTER 22 :NESSAS POV I was still angry that he didn't call to ask how I was doing while I was I LA not that I was doing alright though but it would have been nice to here from him . I walked to the a police officer showing him my ID " goodday detective how may I help?" He asked me as soon as he saw my ID "I just wanted to ask what happened to the bodies" I said " well they are buried already " he said as the autopsy centre said its same thing happening all over again

A man in a cheap suit approached us when we were about to leave. “Miss Evans, May I have a few words with you?” Ariel looked at him silently, and the man continued. “I’m Detective Hynes, and as you know, this is a murder case. Rose Evans was murdered with a precision that shows this was not just a theft case turned into a murder.” I pushed Ariel behind me and faced the man with a sneer. “Do you think this is a good time, detective? You can see that she is barely holding on.” He closed his notebook and glared at me. His partner, who didn’t introduce himself, held the man’s arm and said.