Novel & Cerita Detective Nick Amaro

He now knows how hard it was for them to control the anger they felt at that very moment. ----------------------------------- The seven o'clock headline is up on the television. Amara and Arman are both sitting in front the tv at the living room. Arman just came home from school, while Amara just finished cooking their dinner. She's as shocked as she was astonished to see the picture flashed in her tv screen. Detective Marvin Sullivan. "He was the one investigating you, isn't he?" Arman asked. "Well, not anymore."

“But the real killer is still out there, roaming free and possibly plotting another attack. I’m not asking for your help, Inspector. I’m just informing you that I’ll be using every resource at my disposal to find that bastard and bring him to justice.” The inspector studied him silently, unsure whether to read those words as a threat or a vow. Alex turned and got into the car. The door closed, and the vehicle sped off. ********* The next morning, a pale sun hovered above the Cooper residence, its rays struggling through the quiet fog of grief still hanging over the compound. Inside the garden, where trimmed flowers framed a white stone path, Inspector Dennis sat opposite Amara. A notepad res

“To survival.” Amara raised hers back. But didn’t drink. Neither did Luca. Later, in the war room, Amara dropped the bullet-riddled mask of one of the assassins on the table. “Find out who he worked for,” she ordered Nico. Nico hesitated. “Do you trust me to dig deep?” She stared at him. “Do you trust yourself not to lie?” His jaw tensed. “I’m still yours, Amara. Even if the world burns.”

Right now, he is trying to hide something. Damien couldn't help but to ponder what Alex just told him. He knew that for him to say something about Jasmine and the killings that had been happening, that means she knew something about that. Apart from what Alex even said about her, he had been noticing her late outings had become persistent and now, he is very suspicious of her. Someone that loves the midnight air wouldn't go out everyday at very late in the night to just 'enjoy the air'. Just because of the recent killings and Jasmine's persistent night outings, Damien realized that the pack was in chaos. Nothing seemed right anymore. Ariel was missing, families were dying, Jazmine was acting

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

Amar got up from his sleep and headed for the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello? Doctor Ryan here, is there anything I can help you with? ” asked Ryan. “Ryan! It's me Amar. I need your help right now. " "Amar? What's wrong with you Amar? Tell me if something happens. " Amar laughs because Ryan panicked hearing his name. “No, I'm fine. Just want to talk to you and need your help. When do you have free time?" asked Amar. "Yes, now please come." Amar thanked him and rushed to the cafe where Ryan asked, Amar let Ana fall asleep and gave him a small notebook which told him that Amar was out for a while.

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

When he was seven years old, he found a slingshot on a park as it became his favorite object in which resulted to him being talented in accurately targeting anything—so basically the world of crime was all right for him because he could shoot anyone in the head from any distance if one tells him to. Anyway, that was how it was sure that the three of them could never be separated apart from each other no matter what the circumstance was. The raven recovered from her laughter as she turned serious and told her boss, “You’re gonna get hurt again.” Dakota stared at the latter’s face for a while before answering with a small smile on her face, “That’s natural. But I’m sure that Olivia never meant

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

It was a black card with the name Romano written on it. “A Romano?” The lady in dark shades pulled down her shades and looked at Alex. Then she gasped. “Oh—look who it is.” She grinned. “Detective Alex D'Angelo,” she said with a mocking tone. “Detective Carla,” Alex said with a frustrated sigh. “Heard you got the case. Congrats.” She smiled. “How's life with the Romanos? Playing errand boy now?” she taunted with a chuckle. “Stay out of this, Carla.”