Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

-0-0-0- Detective Austin looked at him thoughtfully in his head while looking at him kindly, concluding that the person in front of him was not involved in the case, agreeing with the assessment of the middle-aged man who escorted him earlier also thinking about how honest and clever the person in front of him “- Just Wait a minute, I will take my laptop in my room…” Milo got up from the sofa, waving his hand for Detective Austin to be patient waiting for him

He was warm,like the kind of older man in the neighborhood,that'd tell you a good story on a rainy day. "Yes." I smiled back. "Your mum and I knew each other." He paused."I'm truly sorry for your loss." I nodded."Thank you." "I was a detective to revisit Justin Anderson death few months after he died and I discovered he was poisoned. I reached out to your mom but I got ambush. When the questions rose up in public,I got tracked down and I had to resign." He said. He shifted his hands from the table ,that's was when I realized the pinky finger on his left hand was missing.

I peer sleepily at the clock while trying to unplug the phone from the charger and bring it to my ear. It's a little after three, which means nothing good. "Detective Street," I answer gruffly. "Street, this is Detective Zimmer," he barks. Zimmer works out of another precinct; he's new to homicide and I don't know him well. "I saw the bulletin you released yesterday. I'm at a scene and I think it's connected to your guy." Rolling out of bed, I head to my closet to gear up. I wait for Zimmer to give me his location before ending the call and shoving the phone into my pocket.

I rake my fingers through my hair, pulling on the roots just enough to rein me in. My phone rings again, and this time I pick it up with a smile, expecting good news. "Sullivan." "Good day, Mr. D'amato. The case has been handled," My defense attorney says, an obvious pride in his voice. Marina brought it to my attention on the night of the barbecue, that she noticed some money entering an unknown account while working on the books with Uncle Enzo, and she was scared he wasn't suggesting bringing it up to me. I told her I knew about it. It was the money Hearst was laundering.

While the tension in the room thickened, Detective Amy walked right in, her stern expression revealing her discontent. "Detective, it's been a long time," I greeted her as soon as she entered, trying to keep things normal despite the escalating situation. She exchanged greetings with the Governor and went straight to business. “We have identified how Miss Maddie was poisoned. Victor, can you identify this man?” I examined the picture she presented, a man standing close to Maddie’s office. Somehow, he looked familiar, especially his physique. “I don’t think so, Detective. Why?” “He has the same physique as the man who poisoned you a few months ago.”

He immediately ran to Siena and took off his outer coat to cover her body. “Well, Mister Jung, I believe we should be the one calling the police to arrest you. The evidence is clear enough. You drugged Miss Mori and intended to molest her while she was unconscious.” Detective Williams’ words stupefied Brian. How could the detective know everything? Had he been spied all this time? But he could only freeze in place as Damien rescued Siena. He was caught in the act! He did not even have the time to put on his sweater!

Carmen was still trying to make out what she was doing there in the first place when she heard someone call out. "Look who finally decided to show up," came a fairly tall African American, clad in a black suit. "Oh hi. . .Brian," Carmen responded indifferently, noticing something peculiar about the detective's appearance while she approached him. What did you do to your hair? Brian Pierce had a police badge attached to his belt and was going on his second year as a detective after getting promoted from a beat cop back in 2028 for helping take down one of Atlanta's most wanted criminals.

"My name is Harrison Timberlake, a crime detective in the State CID. What is your name, please?" "Elena Liam," she answered easily. "It's nice to meet you. So, we're here to talk about the cause of Mr Liam's automobile crash," began the detective, "and I have learned that most if not all of us here strongly believe that that accident was pre-planned by a malicious fellow or group." "Do you two agree with me, Ethan and Elena?" Ethan nodded. So did Elena. Why did he feel like a child in school just now? "Now, in this nature of case, everyone is a suspect. But thankfully, the sources, findings and derivatives have narrowed the net to a man called Mr Packwood." He tugged at his mustache confiden

Parker nodded, "Yes, he's a detective and very famous in the city." "What did he do before becoming a detective?" Dominic blew on the spoonful of lean meat porridge and tested the temperature with his lips before bringing it to Kathy's lips. Kathy only needed to open her mouth, and this meal was still very satisfying. "I don't know. I once investigated it, but It's weird. I couldn't find anything," Parker said helplessly. "You're useless," Dominic said, pouting. Parker was stung by Dominic's expression. "I already said I'm not from the criminal investigation department! Damn it!"