Detective Pimento Novels & Stories

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.

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..."

H replies. “I'm sure it's not dangerous. I mean why would it be?” I ask. I take it in my office and sit it on my desk. I open it and find some black dead flowers. They are just lying in the box with a folded letter. I reach for it to open it. “DON'T!!! Fingerprints!” Damien shouts. **PHONE** “This is Damien Parks at Miller, Thomas and Thomas. We need a detective here immediately. We've received a questionable package.” Damien explains.

Dwight met it with a firm grip, and they gave each other a victorious high-five. The dim, sterile light in the police station cast long shadows over the room, creating an eerie atmosphere that only intensified Pamela's anxiety. She sat on the hard metal chair, her hands trembling in her lap. Across from her, Inspector Ramirez sat with an unblinking gaze, his eyes piercing into her as though he could see straight through her lies.

The city of Portico was bustling as a bee. People came and went about their businesses and the air around the city was stuffy from all the mechanical pollution of companies and industries. Than the canteens and restaurants, the police department of Portico was much more populated. " Hey, Ronnie!" He hadn't stepped more than a foot into shift when he heard someone call his name already. Court Ronald, a detective who's been in service for 5 years, looked up towards his partner, Jamie Francis.

Pierce's phone vibrated against the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. His hand trembled as he reached for it, Rosa's eyes snapping toward him from across the room where she'd been staring blankly at Elena's empty chair. "Hello?" " This is Detective Morrison from the county police. We've found something." The man informed them. The words hit him like electricity. Pierce's knees weakened slightly, and he gripped the counter's edge. "What? What did you find?"

Detective Miles gestured for one of the officers to bring in the captured accomplice, who was escorted into the room almost immediately. “Now, tell me; who is your boss?” the detective asked, sitting down, visibly exhausted. Vincent looked at the accomplice briefly, then quickly averted his gaze. Suddenly, the accomplice collapsed to the floor, vomiting blood, and within moments, he was dead. “He’s dead…” someone muttered in shock. Alexander quickly covered Emilio’s eyes as Detective Miles examined the body, sighing when he noticed the signs of poisoning. With the accomplice dead, the case was officially closed. Afterward, Alexander vouched for Jake, leading to his release, though the office

"No, for us policemen, there is no so-called rest time. I am often woken up by our department calls in the middle of the night and I am required to go to the scene." Jean hurriedly said, "Thank you... Policemen’ s work is really hard." "Since I chose to be a policeman, there is no reason to complain. By the way... Are there some dishes that you dislike? The menu here is different every day. There are only 8 dishes one can order today. I don't know what you like. So, I just ordered the eight dishes." "Thank you. I'm not a picky eater." "That's good." After the dishes were ready, Morgan advised, "You may tell me the clues while eating. The restaurant is very hidden and safe. You don’t need to

His face was about to be the new cousin of the family of tomatoes. “You know, perverts usually make a lot of excuses when they are being questioned for their suspicious actions. An example is what you’re literally doing right now.” Olivia let out a sigh as she shook her head in disappointment while looking at him from head to toe, the same way he did to the girl next to her earlier. “Are you even aware that she’s a minor? Even though you didn’t touch her, you can still go to jail.” “Hey, look—”