Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

She smiled at him as he winked at Liam then continued out the door. "Interesting friends you have," Liam said as they got to their table. Liam wined and dined Chloe, and she thoroughly enjoyed the dinner and Liam's conversation about his most recent stake out and how Detective Porter ruined the whole thing by stepping in when he wasn't even on the case. She had nearly forgotten about Detective Idiot and made a mental note to call her lawyer to see what to do about moving while there was still an investigation.

With the flick of a hand, Dante motioned for one of his men to speak. “Don.” The soldier bowed his head slightly. “We caught this one snooping near the docks, taking pictures. Claims he’s a nobody, but we found this in his pocket.” The folded paper was tossed onto the desk. Dante’s eyes shifted from the bruised man to the note, which he unfolded unhurriedly. His brows lifted in a brief surprise before settling again into cool indifference. The initials on the page said enough. Detective A. Dante’s chuckle was low, humorless, as he set the paper down. He looked at the door and still found her shadow lingering. The look in his eyes hinted at something sinister.

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

I want to get myself a good rest after this. INVESTIGATOR: Okay. EXPOSITO: Thanks. INVESTIGATOR: To formally begin, my name is Detective Noel Hummingbird with the Jordan Police Department, and I am here to investigate the murder case of Mrs. Elizabeth H. Creek, the owner of Hamlet Creek University, and his chauffeur Mr. Ren Topaz. Today is 25th of February, Thursday, 10:17 in the morning. This video is being documented for the record. MATTHEWS: (crying) Are we going to jail?

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

We then settle in the living room—me on the sofa, the detective in the armchair across from me. Emi remains standing, positioned just behind my shoulder with her arms folded across her chest. After everything that’s been going on, she’s not playing games, either. And, dare I say, I’m becoming increasingly glad to have her by my side, even regretting the initial annoyance I felt toward her constant presence when she was first hired. “Miss Willford, I’m investigating the poisoning of your cousin, Veronica Willford, that occurred during the Solstice Ceremony,” the detective begins, ignoring the steaming cup of tea I’ve just placed in front of him. “I’d like to ask you a few questions about that

Pam, the officer that performed the initial arrest, asked with a hint of surprise to see me. "I've come to report a burglary. You people have it so laid out that I'm the killer right? Well guess who I just woke up to in my house? Sheldon's good for nothing supposingly fiancé!" I complained, still not over the fact that she had the gauge to enter my house. It's the audacity for me. "Who Mia?" Pam asked in shock, which only shocked me further. Before I could answer, I felt a presence behind me and I turned to see that it was Mr Detective himself. It felt slightly exciting to see him again, but I was very much still pissed.

So why did I find his cufflink near a healing corpse? Why did the scent at the scene remind me of something warm...nice but dangerous... and deeply wrong? I wrote my questions down on my sketch book. At the center of it all was Club Umbra. I needed to find a way to get in and find proof to put that beast of a human being Lucien Kael behind bars...and make him pay for all his sins. I smiled like a psychopath about to carry out her next crazy plan. "Lucien Kael, watch your back!"

"So whatever they told you, it's a lie." Emanuele sighs heavily. "I am aware." "You are aware? And you still came here?" She swallows dryly. "Actually, I needed to come here to give you some news. Miss Sarah Camila Jones has been found guilty of a crime that occurred a few months ago. Have you heard about this, sir?" Joseph frowns. "Pardon me. I don't know that name." "The victim's name was Margaret Parker." The old man turns deathly pale. His blue eyes are wide, and the coffee cup almost falls from his hand. He props it up on his own leg, careful not to burn himself, when he stutters:

Every sound made me glance toward my phone, waiting for news. Finally, it rang. I answered immediately. "Jackson." My investigator spoke without wasting time. "We've got something." I stood up. "Tell me." "We haven't found proof of corruption." "But?" "There is one detective." I grabbed a pen. "What’s his name?" "Detective Lewis Grant." I wrote it down. "What's unusual about him?" "He repeatedly accessed files unrelated to his assignment." My grip tightened around the pen. "What files?" "The café meeting." I exchanged a glance with Adeline.