Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

I smiled a little hearing his worried tone and speak up," She is fine now. She is sleeping. Where is the bastard?" "In your secret room" He replied.. "Come here with Sam. I need to finish a undone task" I told in my serious tone... "I am already on the way Nick. Me, Alex and Sam are coming in 20 minutes" He told me and I disconnected the call... Placing my phone on couch I about to get up when my phone starts ringing.. I picked up the call seeing my detective calling me and he speaks up.. "Good evening Sir. Sir I collected all information about Hunter Sullivan and about Amelia Jones"

“I'll think about it.” He nodded. “Fair enough.” I opened my car door. “Goodnight, Nick.” “Goodnight, Amara.” I got into my car and started the engine. As I drove away, I smiled to myself. Maybe I had judged him too quickly. Maybe Nick Pablo wasn't trying to get into my pants after all. Maybe he really just wanted a friend.

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

he said with his head bowed. "Alright" Amaro said and walked towards his office. Amaro saw a small size box on top of his table. He looked at it and there was a small card on top of it. Written on it, "Just a simple and late wedding gift for you!" He frowned, 'Who could have sent this to me?' He pushed it aside and started to work but his curiosity was piqued and couldn't be appeased if he didn't see what's in the box, so he opened it and saw a thumb drive and brown envelope. He took the brown envelope and saw pictures. All the colors of his face were drained, his face as white as a sheet and he felt his knees buckled down. He slumped on his swivel chair and looked at the picture one by one.

"I want every single asset out on the streets immediately. Call the harbor masters. Call the politicians on our payroll. Freeze David’s bank accounts. Raid his apartment. Track down his family, his friends, his ex-girlfriends. Scrub every traffic camera feed in a ten-mile radius of this estate. He did not vanish into thin air. Find him, Nick. And bring him to me alive." "Consider it done." Nick didn't wait for another word. He turned on his heel and marched out of the library, the heavy double doors slamming shut behind him with a resonant boom. Silence crashed back into the room, heavy and oppressive. Amy whimpered softly from the sofa, clutching her green plastic dinosaur tightly against h

I breathed deeply and crossed my arms impatiently. "Look, if you are only here to — "If you really have nothing whatsoever to hide, Miss Megan Howard, then why not just answer our questions, so we can let it go and move on?" In an icy, stern demeanor, the other detective highlighted. I tried to look at him, but for some reason, his cold stare and impatient disposition made me shudder in fear. Then I remembered he introduced himself as Detective Amiri earlier. I locked my gaze on him and eventually realized that he was among the most well-known and respected private investigators in the world. I swallowed hard and solely nodded my head, my snide comments abandoning me.

"Yes. Maybe you can lure him with Alicia. Say something about her, lie a little, detective." But Nicholas spluttered. "I'm honestly too lazy to go back." He then massaged his temple lightly. "That kid really pissed me off. I really want to beat him up." "Then why don't you beat him up?" asked Noel lightly. "Hey, I'm a cop! Not a bouncer, just a random guy," Nicholas replied irritably. Then he pulled himself up so that the wheeled chair backed away from the table. "Then did you find any other evidence on our first victim?"

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER ‘AND ON HIS RIGHT, WE HAVE MICHAEL MARKOVICH’ Marius, the occasional driver of Nicolas Amato pointed blandly at the punk seated at the lanai, sharing a cigar with the boss. The Armani suit clad guy turned twenty-four last year getting his trust fund after his father’s death and while he was new in the game, Michael Markovich was pretty well known. A business man on the outside and a shady arms dealer on the inside. AND LIKE Nicolas Amato, the Feds had nothing on him but rumors and the regular witnesses that disappeared before they could take a stand in court.

I exclaim as soon as I step inside his room. "What is it?" he answers. "I found out who killed Petro. " That got his attention, after all, Petro was his only son. "What ?" he says in surprise. "Yeah," "Who is it? Tell me fast !" he says and runs his hand through his hair. "Remember that Nick guy ?" "The one who kept bothering your girl?" he says with a scoff. "He is Marco, disguised as a normal American teen Nick ." "That slimeball killed Petro ?" he asks, horrified.