Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

I shook his hand and asked the question that was plaguing both Owen and myself. “What has happened that we are being called back in to look at these photos this early in the morning?” Detective Clements looked down as a grim expression crossed his face. He shook his head reluctantly before looking back up, directly eye to eye. “The body of Alexis Parker was just discovered about an hour ago. This is no longer a ‘Missing Persons’ investigation. We are now officially investigating a homicide.”

My eyes caught a random message, the reflection of the bright screen light piquing my curiosity, i clicked on it right away - unsure of what to expect. [ Hi, I'm detective Davis from PD and I'm hoping we could meet.] I sighed, taking a stretch - it had been just three hours since I'd asked Marceline to report Camille missing and now i was already getting an invite from a detective. I scoffed - the police were truly efficient. I set the phone aside, casually swinging my legs to kill off the boredom - Since i was invited,it would be bad if i didn't go.... wouldn't it?" ******************

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

Primo noticed them standing by the huge tree and kept on stealing glances in their directions. He could guess a thing or two about who they were. First guess, they were stalkers who had nothing to do with their lives. Secondly, they were detectives. How so? Well, Primo caught them talking with some policemen on the third day of the wake as if they were exchanging information. They were also closely looking out at the funeral homes.

Tuesday, the 3rd of May. 11:06am. The detective office was a lot busier than it had been in the last couple of days and the busiest people were detectives Aiden and Tia. They had been to the Coroner, William Martin, on several occasions, joining him in studying the body of Pamela Neil. Seeing and touching a dead body was not so much of a task for Tia but Aiden did not exactly like it, and to make it worse, her body was three weeks old. Aiden could not stand it so he stood afar off, holding in his hands a note pad and and a pen, jotting down the things that Tia and William discovered while studying the body.

I announced to my companions. “Mr. Samael Salcedo?” the delivery guy asked one CSD student with a golden brooch sitting a few tables away from us. “Ah, my cousin is an AMU student. He’s sitting over there.” He jerked his thumb in our direction and I gestured my hand towards the Major. “What’s going on, Detective? Why is the pizza guy looking for me?” he asked. “Just go with the flow,” I answered and received the seven boxes of pizza.

STARING directly at the dismembered corpse a few meters away from where she stood, Detective Paige Morsen bent her back to take a closer look, not letting the intolerable stench and the grim images projecting ahead of her bother the concentration she needed to get her initial thoughts together. She firmly believed that to be able to unlock the mysteries surrounding a murder case, she must collect the prime keys, at first. And the subject definitely holds it all.

He had never thought he was good at puzzles either, but he had proven that he could see things and know things about human behavior that helped in his line of work. He started to get a phone call on his work cell, and he pulled it out of his jacket. "Anderson." He said into the speaker. "Max." a male voice said that he knew well. "What do you want, Paulin?" Max laughed. "What’s your problem?” Mack asked as he listened to the tone in the other man. Mack Paulin was a detective in the other major police force. He also happened to be a friend along with his wife Henni, who was the county medical examiner.

I stared back plainly and so did he. 'Hayden Octavius Martinez. Chief Detective of the New York Police Department.' 'Reina Clementine Romano. CEO of the Romano's ' I said while shaking his outstretched hand. He then swung a chair and placed it on the only spare side between me and Narcissus and then also began eating the food on my plates. None of them had manners. Tell me why I am not surprised at all? I got up and left the table but heard footsteps follow behind.

“I am ready and I should have told you last week. I trust you.” “Then you don’t need to tell me, because I already know. My cousin Derrick is a cop. I called him that first night. I had him tip off the detectives unit, without mentioning your name. They looked into it and Jim Pierson, the guy you know as Big Jim, is no longer on the street. Funny thing is I played college ball with him. He was just as big a scumbag back then as he is now and didn’t last past his first year. But he did visit my house once and he did have an eye for those balls. Do you feel better now?”