Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

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

"No, No No, Not at all, Just that I don't leave any stone unturned, I savage every angle possible." He said and the door bell rung. "That was really fast." He exclaimed. "Stardom High is Just a street away." Mrs. Kim said. He opened the door and there stopped a man with a with a document on his hand. "Detective Gomez?" "Yes." "Oh Sign here." Detective Gomez signed and after paying the Delivery Man took the document in.

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.

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.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

Melissa called to Manu. "Yes, general!" Manu presented herself, teasing Melissa who was indeed acting like a general. "Oh, I like that!" Melissa laughed. "I might want to be called that more often." We all laughed. "Let me introduce you - this is Flavian Moreno, he's the detective who found Peter. Remember him from the office?" Melissa positioned Manu in front of Flavian. "Y-ye-yes," Manu stammered. She was as red as a tomato.