Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

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.

The detective continued. “I know what happened to me. Someone tried to kill me, and I’m here with proof.” Detective Harrison’s eyes widened. “It seems you’ve brought us something important.” Kiara nodded, handing him her phone with the recording of Gerald’s confession. “This is proof of Luca’s involvement. He’s the one who orchestrated the poisoning at the restaurant. I also have a witness who can confirm it.” Harrison’s expression hardened as he played the recording. Gerald’s panicked voice filled the room, detailing the events and implicating Luca. The detective’s lips thinned into a grim line.

The man was clearly angry, his only daughter just Got poisoned "I'm the detective sir, and I ass...." "Hold it Mr man!" he shouted using his finger to cross his lip interrupting the detective "You are the detective yet you can't see the thief here?" he asked drawing closer to the man "Who else could have poisoned my daughter of not that wretched maid?" he asked again "From our findings they were very close sir" The man replied trying to hold his earlier stand "Who was close?" Mr Dante asked drawing his head backwards in awe "Your daughter and the maid sir" "That's the more reason why you should get her locked up!" Amelie father shouted

Nikita said. "You're so brilliant Detective But won't he get to wonder who assigned sergeant Kim?" "Well Sergeant Kim is not alive to tell he was assigned by you." "Good. Tell me what have you gotten so far?" "Good day Ma'am Detective Gomez." Mr. Gomez who was bowing dressed in a Casual outfit. "Oh Detective So long, Come In." The Young Lady said full of smiles. He walked in as he looked around the house. "Have a seat, What would like you like to take?" She asked.

I grabbed my burner phone, shoved an airpod under my wig, and began to chop onions with the ferocity of a woodchipper. "Jean-Pierre! More coffee!" Julian yelled from the lounge. "Oui, Monsieur! In ze moment! I am... eh... massaging ze poultry!" I dialed the precinct handling the sighting, using a voice modulator I’d built into the burner. I set it to Hard-Boiled Noir Detective. "Detective Miller, Precinct Five," I growled into the phone, my voice dropping three octaves into a gravelly, American baritone. "Yeah, this is Detective Henderson from the Hamptons task force," the officer on the other end replied. "You calling about the Knight sighting?"

Detective Sergio uttered as he grabbed a black pen and a small, leather notepad. "Of course." Alice stood up, feeling disappointed that she got nothing. She attended Candice's absurd Halloween party for half an hour, just to have nothing on Helena's case. Before she left with Thomas, her eyes landed on the detective's crime board. Helena's picture was plastered at the top, and it was connected with lots of red strings onto the other photos; Pete and Tarry Woodrows, Saint Clair Academy, Alice's own picture, and a black-haired boy with thick eyebrows and thin lips.

•CAMILLA• “You’re Camilla Ross?” The detective asked when he took me to his office. He seemed very stunned to see me. He probably expected someone else. Casey. I didn’t think he saw the articles when I revealed my identity and publicized Cecilia’s betrayal. “Yes, I’m Camilla Ross, and I want to see Lucius Hall. I know the person who murdered Sasha Ross,” I answered as I sat on the chair in front of his desk. “Wow,” the detective said with wonder as he glanced at Naya, my bodyguard, and me. “Wow.” He cleared his throat and sat in his chair. “I am Michael Smith.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

Pierce had walked up behind her, close enough that his breath brushed her ear. "Who did you say this person is again?" he asked, his eyes raking the entire room in disgust. There were cockroaches all over the place, and it was starting to get to him. Camille blinked, her eyes fixed on the floor before she turned slightly to him. "Mr. Hale," she whispered. "He is a detective, and The General hired him to investigate my father's death." It wasn't the name that made Pierce remember, but the title of the man. Camille called him a detective.

I explained and he just cocked his brows at me "And"? He asks "Turns out his inside source was Salvatore, even the recording of my voice about the auction" I tell him, seeing the way he frowned and his eyes bulged out "You mean the..." He trailed off, not wanting to mention it and I just nodded "Yes that same recording, even the incident at Liam's party, the shipments going missing and everything, it was all Salvatore" I finish off before leaning away, I was mentally and physically exhausted, it was all too much information for me to process in just a day, but i had to

Dominance written all over. “You're the forensic accountant from the merger team?” Stephanie said, raising her brows. “Yes. Peter Richard.” He pressed a warm smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, your son ordered pizza at my address. So I noticed and quickly brought it back.” “Perry… how did?..” Her voice cracked. “The router signal.” Peter pointed. “The dispatch rider showed the original address.” “Oh!” That's true.” She stretched her hands to take it. Perry's eyes winced at him from the corner. “Wouldn't you mind coming inside?” Perry said as Stephanie's eyes cut at his. Was Perry swinging into execution pretty fast.? Peter muttered.