Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

“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.

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?"

Through their bond, Casie felt his methodical focus, the way he was compartmentalising the supernatural aspects to apply standard investigative techniques. "The prints we found belong to a Joseph Mercer," Mendoza informed them, checking his notes. "Small-time fence with connections to several antique dealers in the tri-state area. No known supernatural affiliations." "Probably just a customer," Casie concluded, turning back to the blood pattern. "This is our real lead. What exactly were they looking for in his memories, Valeria?"

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”