Detective Rizzoli Novels & Stories

I didn’t see he was right behind her. “People, we are not here for that. Ms Williams or shall I say Mrs Jones, I am detective Rogers from missing persons. I just want to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of Mr Nick Jones, your husband.” Then there was that. Nick and I were still married, and the wife is always the number one suspect.

Two days after their meeting, Ryland met with the detective. His chest was twisted with anger over the slow progress in finding Hazel. "How far?" he asked, his hand running over his hair as he took a seat. "Any news?" Ryland asked, trying to ignore the growing impatience of Kael. His wolf had grown more aggressive each passing day and it was becoming difficult to keep him under control. They both wanted Hazel back, and they wanted her back now. The officer opened his folder, pulling out a file. "It depends on what you call it," he said with a grin as he let out a puff of smoke.

Lirio coughed loudly, taking large gasps of air, with a large red mark that was turning purple on her neck from Valentino's strong grip, who was truly willing to kill her if it weren't for his cousin. The chaos continued. Everything was an avalanche of emotions, a hurricane of torment, which became complicated for Lirio and her grandmother when police officers, called by Lenox minutes before, appeared at the main door. "Miss Lirio Moretti and Mrs. Elsa Moretti," one of the agents declared upon entering, taking out handcuffs and arresting the two women with the help of other officers. "In accordance with a duly authorized court order, you are being detained on formal charges. You are charged

"Mendoza's forensics team found something at the crime scene. A partial fingerprint that doesn't match any of the shop employees." "The Magpie?" Rick asked, professional interest piqued. "Unlikely," Valeria replied. "Order operatives are too well-trained to leave physical evidence. More likely a customer or another dealer." "Still worth checking," Casie decided, already moving toward the door. "We need to see that crime scene for ourselves before the trail goes completely cold." As they gathered their equipment, Valeria watched them with clinical interest. "Your heat cycle is approaching faster than you realise, Detective. I can smell the preliminary hormonal changes already."

ips trying to calm her agitation. Nick Cole felt helpless in the situation. -Calm down, woman. I'm sure Olegario will help us in this situation –said Nick trying to reassure her. Olegario knew Valeria; and they frequently collaborated with each other in their jobs that they had in common to investigate the underworld of crime. -Why are you so sure? –asked the journalist without letting go of a distrustful gesture. - I do not affirm it, but I presume it. A policeman and a detective can form a good team and could find common ground, until they discover the essential clue to find the whereabouts of the unbalanced man who calls himself "The Ripper"; proudly assuming the alias of the mythical Lon

Detective Hensley The coffee had gone cold hours ago, but I kept sipping it anyway. My desk looked like a hurricane had hit it, files scattered everywhere, photos pinned to my bulletin board with red string connecting them like some conspiracy theorist's fever dream. But this wasn't paranoia. This was pattern recognition. "Jesus, Laura." Detective Mills dropped into the chair across from my desk, his brown eyes concerned. "When's the last time you went home?" I didn't look up from the marriage certificate I was studying. "Alexander Richie, married to Elizabeth Walsh, July 2019. Elizabeth Walsh, formerly Elizabeth Martinez. Single mother worked three jobs to support her kid."

Rochelle exclaimed when she saw him abd I gawked at her. “Do you know him?” I asked. “Oh, pardon my manners ma. I'm Kingsley, I'm a detective, and I'm also working for Miss Rochelle here” The guy said in a sift voice as he referred to Rochelle. “He is the detective guy I told you about, Rita” Rochelle smiled as she welcomed him to sit down and I watched them. “Oh, it's nice to see you” I forced a smile at him. “You too” He smiled back, his dimples became visible and I couldn't help but stare at him.

' Sighing happily, I went back to snuggled under my comforter, soon enough I was snoozing off again. The loud music of my ringtone jerked me up again. Ignoring it, I closed my tired eyes. Then it started ringing again. Groaning, I sat up, searching for the phone that was disturbing my peaceful sleep. Picking it up from the dressing table I saw an unknown number flashing across the screen. Wondering who it was, I answered the call. "Hello?" I asked. "Good morning Giordana, I hope you remember we have a meeting with my lawyer today." The familiar voice stated from the other side.

The drive took a couple of minutes and after a while, Ross brought the car to a stop in front of a cafe, turned to face me, and said, "Sir, we are here." "Is he already inside?" I asked, staring at the building. A few seconds went by without Ross replying. Then he finally said, "Yes, I just texted her and she has confirmed that she's inside." "The detective is a she?" I asked, wondering if Aria was the jealous type. The workload at the company had been really overwhelming, and I didn't have the time to run things over with Ross. All he knew was that I needed someone to investigate something and that I wanted a high-profile person.

It’s not every day you get a fifty-dollar radio for your first successful case. The woman in front of me, who was unrelentingly trying to bore a hole into my head, was Maria De Vega, one of the PD’s suspects for a recent string of murder’s going around near the red-light districts. Maria was a mechanic who worked at Ross and, allegedly, a well-known vagrant in her area.