Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

"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?"

My wolf is pacing inside me, restless, demanding action. I finish rinsing off, grabbing the soap, but I am barely focused on the task at hand. My thoughts keep drifting back to her—Mariah. Her absence, the broken pack link between us, the pain I can’t shake. Every minute that passes without her feels like an eternity. I can feel the loss deep in my chest, and the desperation is eating at me. I’m lost in my thoughts when my dad’s voice comes in my head. “Nick, we have news. They found Mariah.” My father says through the mind-link.

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.

she said quickly, “there’s a detective on the phone. He says it’s urgent.” Amelia looked up. “A detective?” Her assistant nodded. “He said it’s about Miguel.” Amelia froze. Her heart started beating faster. “Put him through,” she said. The phone on her desk rang a second later. Amelia picked it up immediately. “Hello?” “Mrs. Favino?” a calm male voice said. “This is Detective Marco Silva.” Amelia’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Your husband Alejandro hired me to investigate Miguel Favino’s death,” Silva continued. “And I’ve discovered something important.”

Nicolas received a message from Detective Arron that the man had found some suspicious alibi evidence from some people Nicolas knew. Therefore, Nicolas asked Detective Arron to come again to his house to submit a direct and more detailed report. Detective Arron is a detective that Nicolas hired to help him investigate. Nicolas is Detective Arron's client. Detective Arron is a private detective that Nicolas rent. Nicolas is the CEO. Nicolas has a client who has been framed by someone, so he decided to check some alibi evidence of those people. After discovering that the alibi evidence was fake, he realized that he must find the real culprit that terrorized him.

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

Just like everything else the department's tried to pin on the guy. "Not this time, partner," she murmured huskily, finishing her coffee and staring out the dirty window into the busy city street beyond. She carelessly shoved long bangs off her face and behind an ear. "The department never had me before. This time he's mine." After a further ten minutes of bantering they finally pushed away from the table and headed back to the station to face the baddest bad guy to ever grace their offices. Vladimir Sitnikov was royalty among the city's underworld, and he was stewing in their dingy interrogation room thanks to the dogged persistence of Officer Jane McKinley.