Detective Kim Novels & Stories

"We can't complain to the police because we don't have concrete evidence against them. But don't worry, now that I know their evil plans against me, I won't let them succeed." "Okay. But make sure you always take care of yourself. Always call me to make sure that you're still alive and breathing. And never ever eat or drink anything from those two, okay?" said Kim when she finally calmed down. She quickly nodded at her. "I will do that. And thank you for being a good friend to me. You really are my best friend," she sincerely said to her friend. Only Kim and her lawyer, Attorney Edgar Sanchez, are the people who truly care about her.

Mirabel also stood back to see who the woman was. But Kimberly walked in and removed her glasses. She scanned the office, looking at it before resting her eyes on Rodrigo. When she saw him, she knew he was the one she had come to see. This was the face she saw in the picture that day. She traced him by his name and knew he was the one who made Camilla a criminal. "Hello" Rodrigo said, having hopes that he would hear Camilla's message from her but the woman looked weird with her behaviour. "Forgive my manners. My name is Kimberly, an ex convict and co inmate with Camilla Dickson. Anyways, I had been freed before the news of Camilla's sudden disappearance.

He said and got interrupted by a detective. "Mr. Landon, do you have any suspects? It would be a very good way to fasten this case if you had one." He said and Landon scoffed. "I am not even thinking." He mumbled holding his head in fury. "Mr. Landon, you should have least have enemies or something. Who do you think can do something like this to Kimberly?" The cop further asked. "Kimberly is an easy-going person, and I don't think anyone would..." He said and stopped talking, his eyes went wide open and this made the cop anxious.

" I am Tina Smith, an assistant detective to Derick Clinton of the FBI and I've worked with him for two years before coming over. I haven't made many records for myself. It was just a privilege to capture the notorious female terrorist who killed many in New York City. Besides that, I just made a few prosecutions and ...." Tina told them a few things about her work and they three stared at her, impressed at her work experience. When the news of Kimberly Jones, a female terrorist who was captured flooded the internet, they all applauded the detective who did the work. Now they remember, the face of the detective on the internet back then was Tina's. But then she was dressed in a uniform and h

Lexie and Anita were really something else, more things just kept coming to light and I kept getting surprised, this would be one hell of a ride. "How did you get all these?" I asked as I kept the documents inside their envelope. "I have been digging up dirt on them for a very long time now," Kim explained, I wanted to laugh, I couldn't believe I was helping Xavier's murderer so I could find my daughter's killer but would still pay for her sins. "Why don't you dig up dirt on your boss?" I asked. "She doesn't leave traces behind but she will be here at today's event," my head snapped up at Kim.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

she didn't want to be part of Kimara's Waterloo so she readily admitted. Kimara's heart leapt out of her. She was, indeed, done for. She couldn't bring herself to look up again. Kimara wished that there was a hole she could crawl into and die. Sarah gave her a mocking smile. She wasn't just an ordinary detective before but one who was exceptionally good at what she did and knew how to fish out culprits. Kimara quickly ran out of the hall and went straight to the rest room. Mr. Dennis stood up immediately. Cleared his throat awkwardly and said,

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.