Novel & Cerita Detective Rizzoli

ROSA My hands trembled as I held the police badge I'd found hidden in Marco's room. Detective Marco Rossi, Chicago PD, Organized Crime Division. The morning light caught the gold shield, making it gleam accusingly. I'd snuck into his room at dawn, determined to find proof of what I'd overheard last night. The badge wasn't hidden as carefully as it should have been—almost as if he'd wanted me to find it. A commotion from downstairs interrupted my thoughts. Angry voices echoed through the halls—I recognized Daniel's father, Vinny, among them.

“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

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

"Does everyone know who has taken up the case?" "Yes. Jason came out all red. It's obvious he was really angry. Defeated." I sighed tiredly and opened the box. As much as I don't want this case, I still want it. It's terrific investigating your best friend case. So terrific! I feel drained and tired. I feel alone!. But I have to find the murderer. I have to keep my emotions at check and find the murderer. Natalie can't die in vain! The phone screen has cracked and it wasn't switching on. I dropped the phone on the table and kept staring at it. I bought this phone for her on her birthday. It wasn't even up to one year. What can I do with this? I opened the case and removed the Sim.

The assistant is serious as his eyes were squinted and his brows were scrunched to each other, his lips in a thin line as he wrote in his notepad at a fast pace. “Indeed, at the same time, no fingerprints can be detected in both letters.” Jack added, skimming through his notepad. “Let me go through my notepads, there might be some similarities that can give us some clues.'' The both of them then heard footsteps coming their way and only Azrick turned his head, seeing Detetive Olive going towards them. “Tell me again how Auria became acquainted with you two?” the detective asked.

He suggested Riley nodded "He is right" You guys should go back to the scene while I find out who he met recently" Riley said Ok" Liam agreed with both of them If you find out anything remembers to call me" He said as Riley nodded Riley is a female officer who is known for her great hacking skills Which gave her the chance to work with Liam and Joel They both left and entered the car Joel drove the car back to the murder site They parked the car at the side Got down and entered the house

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

"They're calling it a homicide investigation. No suspects named publicly yet." "Yet," I said. "Yet," he confirmed. "The detective assigned is a woman named Reyes. She's competent, not connected to anyone in the family as far as my information goes. She's going to work it straight." "And the connection to Lenny." "Rico's last known address was still listed as the apartment he shared with Sofia," Luca said. "But his phone records show frequent calls to this building in the months before he went missing. And there's the restaurant incident which had witnesses."

I'm trying to make a point that I can do whatever the other officers do. Being a woman doesn't make me any less of a professional detective, after all. I sit down the bed and repeatedly mix my coffee with a spoon, still spaced out. I haven't open the folder he gave me earlier. It's probably a serious one since he said it himself that there are still no leading suspect for the case. And I'm kind of hoping it would be serious enough. A real case, this time. - I got myself out of bed before the alarm rings, which I guess is a good sign comparing to what happened yesterday.

‘After all, I quit my job before moving here. ‘Oh? So what were you before?’ ‘Detective at the Morozov Central Police Station.’ ‘No wonder,’ Hazel mumbled, more to herself. ‘Why? Worried that you will miss me if I come back to Morozov?’ ‘Yes,’ she answered it without hesitation. Hazel's honest answer took her by surprise. He thought Hazel would try hard to dodge his question, or not respond at all. ‘No way. I have no more reason to stay in Morozov…’ Raymond clenched his fists until they almost bled. Suddenly he felt short of breath. Looks like his anxiety attack was coming back.