Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

Well, they didn’t call him a good detective for nothing, considering the fact that; the woman who was killed was his little sister. “What’s the address?” I heard him ask, my hands were tucked in my jacket and I was staring right at his handsome face, his thick and husky voice was starting to do something to me also, ‘not so fast!’ I said in my mind, shaking off the unusual feelings that had started to sneak around. “The gun was purchased just this morning from a legal gun store, under a name which would probably be an alias; Tommy Hills.” I replied, shifting my gaze from him to the darkness behind, staring at him was making me feel uneasy.

His face was about to be the new cousin of the family of tomatoes. “You know, perverts usually make a lot of excuses when they are being questioned for their suspicious actions. An example is what you’re literally doing right now.” Olivia let out a sigh as she shook her head in disappointment while looking at him from head to toe, the same way he did to the girl next to her earlier. “Are you even aware that she’s a minor? Even though you didn’t touch her, you can still go to jail.” “Hey, look—”

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

They hadn’t been able to give me much to work with so far so I found myself doubting their abilities. The detective in charge of the case was called Detective Jameson, a skinny min who was probably in his late forties or early fifties. On the day when Emily disappeared, he appeared shortly at the scene and crouched beside the court’s exterior wall, eyes scanning the ground. His gaze lingered on a small smudge of lipstick on the stone floor.

she said kissing her forehead then left. Peach found the mayor in his office.“Peach, what a pleasant surprise,”he said hugging her.“There is nothing pleasant about this.I need your help desperately.Here is a donation in advance,”she said placing a bag full of money on his desk.“What can I do for you,I'm always at your beck and call provided you feed me something,”he said smiling taking the bag and putting it under his desk.“My Cami got arrested today morning for attempted murder of the Jones girl.How can you help?”she asked sitting.“I am sorry,is this actually true?”he asked.“Does it matter?It was girls just being girls.The useless lawyer Jim got couldn't even help.My baby is traumatised.The

' thought Antonio with a smile . " Are you sure of your information ? " asked Damian as he looked at the photos he got from him . " Positively sure , president . " said the detective wearing a formal suit . " Okay ! Good job ! Go to the finance department to take your reward . " said Damian . " Thank you sir ! " said the detective . Derrick opened the door with the file in his hands and entered inside with Antonio . " You may leave now . " said Damian . " Yes , sir ! " said the detective bowing his head in a respectful manner then left .

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

Thankfully, the detective shot him a glare and he silenced. After Detective Parker jotted down something in the file and scanned through it, he looked up at me. “Ms. Olivia, I have to be honest with you. This case is not solid and we don’t have enough proof to mark this as a missing persons case. Plus, it says here that you have been dating for only about a month. I know you don’t want to hear it, but your case sounds a lot like the catfishing cases we receive daily. But—”

The detective received the picture and picked it up, accessing it with his inspective gaze and shifting his attention from the item and to the sophisticated man who stood alert and aloof as he sighed and sank into his glimmering black, swivel chair. “Tonight”. That sounded promising, he thought. He knew he could always rely on the man and it shook off a portion of the burden his shoulders were slummed beneath. Flipping through the stacked documents Pablo pulled out of a folder, recollections of the early hours of that day infiltrated his mind, instantly souring his mood. The detective noticed this and inquired carefully, “Did something happen?”

I said, though it was more an observation than a question. He nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.” He hesitated, then added, “I found something online just now. Thought you’d want to see it.” A sharp tension coiled in my chest as he handed me his phone. The video was already queued up. The thumbnail showed a vlogger seated across from a detective. The title was bold and sensational: Exclusive: Detective Speaks on Working with Lennon to Expose the Mob.