Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

"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

“We check routes. We ask drivers to be on alert. We contact the storage facility legal team.” The kitchen was suddenly a hive of purpose. Damian’s hold on Elena tightened, not restrictive but a human hand on the part of her sleeve that said he’d walk with her into whatever came next. She looked up at him, and in that small look there was everything they both needed to know: they were not alone. The detective’s radio crackled again, louder this time. He glanced at the device and his mouth thinned. “They found a parcel that matches the description,” he said. “It’s in transit. GPS ping is active.”

I called my detective to ask how his investigation was going. “Mr. Park, I was supposed to call you. I have good news, I already solved the puzzle. And your doubts and theories were right. It was Roxie.” “I knew it all along. We only need solid evidence to hold Roxie on her neck. I don’t want to make a wrong move. Tell me, have you found evidence that will put Roxie down?" “Of course, Mr. Park, I'll give it to you right away.” “Thank you, I’ll see you then.”

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!"

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."

Picking up the tissue from the table Aiden wipes the sauce in her hand laying her gaze on the man in front of Riley, his eyes widened in astonishment, wiping off the sweat beads formed on his forehead he removes his gaze from her and looks down at Riley who is completely taken back of the scene happening in front of him, from his face he looks down at his hand in which the pen drive was held, the corners of his lips twitches up slightly noticing that his grip is loosened without his realization taking Riley’s and his father’s absent mind as an advantage he snatches the device with in a second turning around he runs to the door. “Get him,” Riley shouts almost for himself, getting up instantly

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."

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.