Novel & Cerita Detective Rizzoli

But what I discovered instead is a million times worse. His name is Detective Rossi. 62 years old. His wife and daughter deceased. He’s currently suspended with pay from the police department. Has been seen coming and going from the Gallardo Brothers Taxi Company depot several times this past month. The pictures he attaches are the final nail in the coffin. It’s the same man, talking face-to-face with Thorton himself. “He was working with the cops,” I mutter under my breath. “That bastard was working with the fucking cops!”

Then they drive at full speed. Once we arrived at the police station, they took me into an interrogation room and sat me down without removing my handcuffs. The walls are gray with bright lights on the ceiling and to my right is a mirror. I remain silent, looking around me. After a few minutes, I hear a click and a detective opens the door, entering with a folder in his hands. “Good afternoon, Miss Lombardo. I’m Detective Rossell, in charge of your case.” “Can you tell me what the hell I’m doing here?”

I opened my phone and got more furious when I read his text message. “ Riz, you up?” that is what he said on the text and suddenly I just want to wring his neck for being an asshole. “ Do you think there is only one suspect for all of this crimes?” I asked him while watching him do his work. “ Maybe!” he exclaimed annoyed because he can’t seem to solve a problem. I need stop myself from throwing my bag to him when I saw what he is doing. He is doing a puzzle, a damn puzzle. “I am doing the show on this case.”

Amber Rizzo Amber is the younger child of the Rizzo couple, and she is the younger sister of Matteo Rizzo, the leader of the Italian mafia in New York. Amber is spoiled and irreverent, changing her hair colour every chance she gets. She is always getting herself into trouble to get her brother’s and his best friend attention. Amber has had a crush on Leo since they were kids, and she made her sole purpose in life to seduce him and make him hers.

He'd known since Vincenzo woke him at dawn, since they'd driven past the estate gates, since the folder of evidence had been left behind on the study desk. This wasn't about the case. This was about something else. "There's a man inside," Vincenzo said. His voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. "His name is Carlo Rizzi. He's been feeding information to the De Lucas for six months. Information about my operations. My security. My movements." Alex's jaw tightened. "The sniper."

Rahul cuts through the crowd and Selena rushes to him, hugging him tight. Quinn thought about the coincidence... "Rahul... what if Arjun was trying to say Rahul is involved? He did try writing R." Rahul gave Quinn a small nod and they left those two alone. The atmosphere shifted after that. Officers moved around the alley collecting evidence while the early morning crowd outside the police tape slowly grew larger, whispers spreading faster than Quinn could process. Another body. Another connection to the school. Damian moved closer beside her, lowering his voice slightly. “You okay?”

Elisa slipped her arm through mine, her hood pulled up, giving her an almost nun-like appearance. “This is Detective Inspector Vincent Ruiz,” I said. “The policeman I told you about.” Concern creased her forehead immediately. “Is this about Catherine?” she asked, pushing back her hood. Ruiz looked at her the way most men did. She wore no makeup, no perfume, no jewellery—yet she drew attention effortlessly. “Are you interested in the past, Ms. O’Loughlin?” he asked. She hesitated. “That depends.” “Did you know Catherine Thompson?”

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”

"Atty. Zarmeda, I want you to meet one of the best detective in our department, Detective Castellar." "It's you!" I yelled feeling more upset right now because what I had found out. —Azureriel

Next to Ralph, the detective looked like a church boy, but with his army cut brown hair and a perpetual eagle glare, he gave off the commanding presence of a meat eater in the special ops team. “Mr. Ralph.” Detective Dan stretched out a hand to me and said, “Ms. Juliette—.” “Mrs. Juliette Virtus,” interjected Ralph. I smiled cordially at those glaring brown eyes and then shifted the same smile to the detective and shook his hand. “Yes, I’m Mrs. Juliette Virtus. But you may call me Juliette.” “Mrs. Virtus will do.” Ralph nudged me to his left, away from the puzzled officer.