Novel & Cerita Detective Pimento

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.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

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.

New! New! New! Previously on ADWTD: Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense." Colton was still staring at his hand before his head snapped up, his eyes twinkling with excitement and a huge grin forming on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. "It's not 'The killer is a am butler.'" He said, delight at solving the last clue evident on his face. "It is 'The killer is A M butler' Abel Mackenzie's butler!"

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

Anyway, right now, she was grateful to him for helping her. For long she had procrastinated, now was the time to face her past. She was going to hire a detective who would find him for her. It was inevitable. Even though she had moved on physically, she was still mentally stuck in her past. Her never-ending nightmares were a testament to that. She needed to find him and get a closure. Or else she would never be able to move on. She left work early to see the detective. Peter Gomez was a renowned detective of the country with no failed record. Despite his impressive record, she was surprised to find him to be a young man in his early thirties.

The timestamp didn’t help me either — it lined up perfectly with her vanishing act. I pretended to laugh and leaned back. “That’s convenient, isn’t it? An image that just happens to pop up right now. Fabricated. Digitally altered. I run a company that deals in tech — I know how easily pictures can be faked.” The shorter detective smirked. “Funny you should say that. Because we’ve also got testimony that matches the evidence.” My heart thudded once. Then they dropped the name. “Chloe Packer.” For a split second, I almost cursed out loud.

Yes, I will come out now to get it" he said to the other party of phone What's the matter" Liam asked looking at him The result for the note found" Joel said Go on and get it" Riley said Joel nodded and left immediately Liam still looked at the computer As Riley sat down at the other extreme of the office looking at her own computer too Miss Riley don't you think is fishy" Liam asked What's fishy" Riley asked The fact that even after killing the murderer won't be detected" Liam said as Riley nodded It can only be concluded that she has an inside helper" Riley said as Liam raised his head

"Do you remember which department handled the case? The detective's name?" "It was here. This precinct, I think. Or maybe the one on Fifth Street. I don't remember. It was six or seven years ago and everything was such a blur." Liam ran his hands through his hair. "The detective's name was Morrison, I think. Or Martin. Something with an M." "That's okay. That's enough." Mackenzie was already typing on his laptop. "I can search our database. Hit and run fatality six or seven years ago, victim's name Catherine..."