Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

Stunned, the three looked at each other, except for Mike before following the director towards his office. They went to the office with Derek whom they met on their way to the office. “What is he intending to tell us? It seems important because he calmed down immediately,” Andrei whispered while elbowing Derek to get his attention. Mike and Casya walk in front at the same time, while the three of them are in the back together. Black Dog is what they call Derek Paz. He is the most adept at finding evidence. He can tell instantly whether the person he is talking to is good or not. He is also very strict with the results of the cases, he will not release until the culprit is caught.

“You’re safe.” Morgan and Dutton walked up. “What’s going on?” Morgan asked, concerned. “Jonathan was here,” Kimmy explained. “Dante ran after him.” “Oh my gosh,” Morgan said. “Are you ok, Amelie?” “Yes, I’m ok,” I advised. “Mrs. Michaels? Detective Robinson, here,” a voice spoke from behind me. I turned to face him. “Detective Robinson, Jonathan Adams, the main suspect, was here,” I said, shaken. “Dante Berkley ran after him.”

sir the test results shows that the fingerprint belongs to Eric tovell" detective mike announced interupting Emily's report "guys guess we have one step to our first suspect" Mr Williams said and I sighed.

Park said confidently and Liam pushed an envelope on the table to him, he didn't hesitate to open the envelope and take out the first picture. "Excellent" Park nods, impressed. "Do you also have yours?" He asked. "Yes" Park said. "Then cross check them" He paused. "Where are yours? He added anxiously. "Check your email" Park informed courteously while Liam d******d series of pictures, videos and documents from his mail into his laptop, Park slowly look into the pictures and other reliable evidence. "Amber is a good detective, can I have her?" Park asked anxiously. "Never, you better get lost" He said vividly and they laugh loudly.

My whole life was laid before everyone. I've been less than helpful. Not because I'm still in shock — which I am — or because I have any loyalties, but I had no idea. Sure, Dwight was a bit strange, but I never thought he could be a drug kingpin of Pelican Bay. I never saw that coming. Who would? A shiver racks my body and Graham pulls me in close, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "I promise we're almost done here," the detective says, scratching a few of my last words on a piece of paper in front of him. "Is there anything else you can think of before we finish?"

Thankfully, the detective shot him a glare and he silenced. After Detective Parker jotted down something in the file and scanned through it, he looked up at me. “Ms. Olivia, I have to be honest with you. This case is not solid and we don’t have enough proof to mark this as a missing persons case. Plus, it says here that you have been dating for only about a month. I know you don’t want to hear it, but your case sounds a lot like the catfishing cases we receive daily. But—”

Peterson knew at once that it was the woman he needed to be careful of. "Good morning, Mr. Peterson," the man greeted. He trained his keen eyes on him. "I'm Detective Jackson Cooper and this is my partner, Detective Camille Adams." The lady nodded curtly. "We're both here because we were hired by you, well, indirectly. Your security agency reported the case of your seeming poisoning to the police and we've been told to investigate the matter. However, we felt we couldn't quite grasp the full weight of everything that happened until we speak to the victim. You."

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.”

"We checked the security camera footage from all the chocolate shops and listed all the customers who could be identified and who bought boxes of liqueur chocolates, like the one Samantha received, within a week of the date Sam received that one. It turns out no suspicious names came up, but I'd like you and Samantha to take a look; maybe you recognize someone. There aren't many; luckily, this chocolate isn't the best-selling brand of that brand." "Let me see." I reached out and took the list. It was ten pages long. I started reading the names and turned the pages without recognizing any, until one caught my eye, but it must have been just a coincidence; it wasn't possible. I read the rest o

“Why do you say that?” “You are, as you say, a detective. Surely little in a town like this escapes your notice.” “Are you from this area originally?” “No. We come from the north.” “Where exactly?” “You must please forgive me, Detective, but I do have work that must be done. You had said that you were investigating a murder?” “That’s right,” I said. “Peter Graham, the principal of Dubois High, was found dead last night.” “Tragic,” said Skoger. “What happened?”