Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

"I didn't. I was in a rush---" "Then you must eat now." I grabbed his hand and made him sit on the chair beside mine. I then gave him a plate and put pimento pasta on it. Vilka giggled like crazy but I was busy putting water on Fenris' glass. Nazarus cleared his throat while looking at his phone, then he looked at us. "I got information from one of the detectives assigned to the case. I'll exclude the probability that it was an animal attack. It definitely wasn't."

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

Because deep down— She was starting to believe something terrible. Somebody was lying. And maybe… Everybody was lying. — Two hours later, Charlotte sat alone inside her office reviewing every document again. This time slower. Carefully. Like somebody trying to solve a puzzle before the pieces disappeared forever. Mallory Allison. Repeatedly mentioning Zena. Jace panicking over the name. Detective Cole was investigating secretly. Romero lying. The fake confession. The bribe. The missing detective family. Charlotte rubbed both hands against her face tiredly.

Because of the unreliability of the information online, she decided to visit the police station. Aleli saw Det. Fred Milton sitting on his recliner while working on some files in his computer. He looked preoccupied by whatever it is that his doing that he didn't even notice the young lady walking towards him. He only noticed her when she called his name. "Det. Milton?" Aleli repeated her question. "Yes, can I help you?" Fred then asked. "Good morning, Detective. I'm Aleli Punzalan, journalism student from the university. I'd like to interview you about the serial killer called the Scent of Death for my school paper."

Hunter shifts uncomfortable while Father shoots him a deadly look. “Miss Davi, please accept my deepest condolences to your family. Please know that the police department is always willing to ensure that justice is served,” Detective Solomon whispers close to my ear. I don’t bother turning to look at him, nor do I respond. Solomon is the best detective in Asherway but he knows how futile his presence is here. That does not stop him from showing up at every mafia funeral though. This is despite no one ever talking to him. He even wears all black like us, you would swear that he was also mafia.

Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm. I, on the other hand, believe they're overreacting. "Besides," Brenna said. "You don't have to pay him the damaged you did to his car." My eyebrow raised. "What?" "He knows we're close. He said he already had it repaired." - I let out a deep sigh as Officer Rankin finally stamps my paper 'CASE CLOSED' about the recent case I handled about bank robbery. "Congratulations," He handed the paper back. "Another case solved."

He carried only a small bag, his expression grim, his mind sharp. The investigator’s words echoed in his head: Pia. She saw the brakes being tampered with. It was the first real lead, and he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. In the province, Pia’s day began like any other. She rose early, swept the small canteen, and prepared rice and fried fish for the schoolchildren who would soon arrive. Her parents chatted in the kitchen, her younger sibling ran errands with youthful energy. But Pia’s mind was restless. The image of Ponce on the television, Mr. Domingo standing behind him, haunted her. She had seen too much. She had stayed silent too long.

“What?” “The wood of the bird box that Kimberly won in the raffle at his fund raiser the other night, has a very distinctive grain pattern.” I took a picture out of my pocket that I had printed off earlier and handed it to the Detective Inspector. “That grain appeared on the side of the first concrete block. He’s had that wood for some time and Bernard Catterall has only been missing for a few days and I’ll bet you any money you like, that somewhere either in the house or in the garden that you will find evidence of concrete dust and the blood belonging to one of the victims.” “I’ve got the SOCO team crawling over his place right now,” DI Silver told me. “So let us hope they do find some

He assured me, as I didn't want my kids to get uncomfortable. “Thank you, detective.” “It's my job, I will call you once I have the way forward with the man from prison, please let me know if anything happens,” he said, and after bidding goodbye, he walked out. I walked to my table, took the bottle of wine I kept in my drawer and took a short glass. I poured myself a drink before I sipped it. I was confused: was it Damian or Cassie? With the notes, it was clear that it was Cassie, but now, with the detective and Lily's suspicion, there was a possibility that Damian was behind this. I sipped on my glass before I placed it back and walked to my yoga room. I walked straight to my wardrobe and c