Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

At the center of the long table was Detective Elijah Monroe, flipping through a digital tablet. He gestured to Layla. “Report.” Layla stood with her messy ponytail. She cleared her throat and began. “We gathered what we could from the tech left behind. All footage of Dax’s transformation was corrupted. Someone...most likely Lucien...fried the cameras remotely during the scuffle.” “Asides Ayla there were three more wolves. Lucien Kael showed up just after one had shifted. He pinned the wolf down, got him to change back. No casualties after that moment. He could have killed Marcus but didn’t.”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Then sent it. Tania leaned back, but her chest was tight now. Rosa had been useful. But now? Now Rosa was becoming a liability. And the worst part? If anyone traced the ghost path back to that terminal… They wouldn’t find Tania. They’d find Rosa. ⸻ That night, Rosa opened her fridge, pulled out a water bottle, and leaned against the counter in the dim light. Her hands were still trembling. Her phone buzzed once on the counter. A message from a number she didn’t know:

"Because you're sitting here crying instead of slipping drugs into my drink. Because I can see you're not evil, Rosa. Just terrified. And I don't punish people for being afraid." "So you'll let me go? Just like that?" "I'll let you leave. But understand this: I'm not stopping my investigation. I'm not backing down from Dante. Your husband, your real husband, Pierce, came to me two days ago. Asked for my help in finding Elena. I told him I'd do what I could. And I will. I'm going to keep fighting. Keep exposing their operations. Keep saving the people they hurt." "Pierce came to you?" Rosa felt her heart break. "He's trying to save me."

“Are you already sure that Rose is the perpetrator? Then the case is over. Just give me evidence or witness and I will arrest her and closed the case.” “Since morning I notice you are addressing the criminal ‘she’ and ‘her’, Riya, now you are getting on my nerves.” Alex chided. “That was your job to collect evidence. I am here to help you with technical issues. Still, I will catch her, just let her just use those websites again.” Riya retort in the same attitude. “You better be careful otherwise you will keep running behind Rose and the real culprit will escape in your negligence.” “I know how to do my work, you better pay attention to your work.”

Madame Buenavista said with some anger. "I understand that madam. That's why I'm asking you now for the complete address of the place so we can conduct a search warrant. Our job is to find Ma'am Chelsea and not listen to your suggestions. Based on what you're saying, it seems like you have a lot of resentment towards Ma'am Chelsea..." Police Officer Macario Diaz said while he was busy writing something on his notepad. Madame Buenavista didn't answer. She was speechless and seemed to have a blank mind. She rubbed her finger and was thinking of what to say next when Police Officer Macario Diaz suddenly stood up from his seat.

His major objective was finding concrete evidence to throw me behind bars. As we arrived at Rosa's office, she rushed out and said, "Forgive me, boss. I was in the middle of an assignment. I'll get Angela for you now." Rosa swiftly ran off, dressed in a green flowing dress and a pair of black shoes. "Boss? You own this harem?" Damon asked me, his voice trembling, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, after he heard Rosa called me boss. "No. I just know her," I waved off his inquiry. The less they know, the easier it is for me to get away with my crimes.

Her eyes skimmed the paperwork again; irritation was etched deep into her expression. “At this point,” she said quietly, “I almost understand why that woman behaves the way she does.” She didn’t say Nora’s name. She didn’t need to, but Able knew who she was talking about. “Maybe she was the better option after all,” Rosa continued. “You can treat instability. But greed?” She scoffed. “That never goes away.” Detective Abel studied her closely. “Does that mean you’ll accept her?” Rosa didn’t answer. Instead, she changed the subject. "You said Noah is planning to do a DNA test?"

he warned the uniformed men who didn’t seem shaken by his quiet threat. “I am Detective Nate.” That name reminded me of Nathaniel. I’ll have to sneak out soon to check on him. “From the Lanville South Police District.” His ID card flashed before us; the three men behind him did the same. “We have an arrest warrant for-” “Surely, not to arrest me?” jested Edward, but I didn’t share that mirth. I sensed an evil vibe. Detective Nate, with blonde hair that reminded me of Amir and dangerous eyes that exposed his reckless nature, continued, “We have an arrest warrant for Miss Rosaline Pierce. After due investigation, she is the main suspect in the murder of Carlos Santano.”