Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

"But I am okay. Is Aria safe?" "She is safe," Damian promised. He looked at the older officer. "What happened?" Rose pointed to the hallway. "I was standing out there on my phone. My manager called me. Then someone just hit me really hard from behind. I did not even see his face. Next thing I know, I am waking up on the floor." The older police officer looked at Damian. "The suspect who jumped from the window is dead, Mr. Cross. He died on impact. Our detectives are running his fingerprints now to find a connection, but he carried no identification. A true professional."

''Dire ciao a satana per me,'' I say. Then, I walk away from her without a second glance after hearing her body drop dead onto the ground. I immediately walk down the pavement, not wanting anyone see me being there—knowing that there are no evidence of me being involved; besides, my whole family is practically involved with the mafia yet they keep it low-key. ''Elia,'' I look up to see Rose nearing me. Her blue eyes piercing into mine.

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.”

If I confronted him now, perhaps all I would achieve was to tip him off, and then, along with that pig Lorenzo, they would be capable of even ending my existence. I didn't have a valid way out; there wasn't a single plan that gave me the security of not ending up underground. Until, leaving the office for the cafeteria, fate dealt me an unexpected blow: a conversation, shouted, that pierced the walls. It was Rosalía. She was in Damián's office, and the screams echoed so loudly that anyone in that hallway could hear them. "I need my part of the inheritance, Damián, I don't have a damned cent!" she vociferated, hitting the desk with both hands.

“Since you are so sentimental and righteous, how could you be so heartless and unsympathetic to Rosa, the woman who raised her for twenty years plus, knowing that she was under the control of her devilish husband, yet you insisted she gets sent to jail.” Aurora had thought her birth mother didn’t want to see her. But Damon recently found her that the woman was sent to jail by the Diaz. He told Aurora about it. She was accused of being an accomplice of Diego. And Isobel also testified that Rosa had joined Diego in abusing her since she was a child. That was a lie. Although, Rosa knew from the start that Diego had swapped the babies, Diego had threatened to kill Isobel if Rosa ever told anyone

She said as she walked out of the living room, and headed towards Andrès' study. She took a deep breath in and knocked twice on the door as she waited for a response from him. "Come in," His voice echoed from behind the door. She twisted the door knob and opened the door, she walked in and greeted before anything else. "What's wrong Rosa?" Andrès asked when he noticed her facial expression. "Nothing sir, the detective is asking of you. You said he needs your presence now." Rosa replied. "Okay, thank you. I'll be down in a minute." Andrès replied.

"So? Did you think about it?" "What do you think I should do?" Mia asked me. "I think-" Rose snatched phone from my hands and put it over her ears. "I advice you to let me take over this matter in my hands. I give you my words that there'll not be a single trace of any evidence left behind the murder scene and not even the experienced sons of the most fucking experienced and renowned detectives would be able to find his corpse which would be buried deep down the litters by then and about remnants, I can't guarantee you anything but if I'll feel even a little merrier after killing him then you may get the chance to recover his bones in the end. My sincerest apologies will always be with you-"

It might have been probably the best thing since I didn’t want them to get stressed a little bit further, with whatever would be the investigation result. It was because I had an instinct that it was not just an accident caused by malfunctioned brakes. Someone might have plotted everything, and I should get myself ready. “Nice meeting you, Mr. Evangelista. I am Chief Inspector Roland Cortez. I used to work with Diane’s late father before, so it would be better for me to investigate this case. By the way, these are SPO4 Henry Aragon and SPO3 Solomon Lopez.” Chief Inspector Cortez shook hands with me, as well as his two companions. The three all showed their badges.

She was in for a long day as well. They were wrapping up on a big case today. A man had murdered his wife, and all they needed was his confession. They had the proof, but the guy’s confession would nail him in court. Elizabeth was good at getting suspects to confess, but this guy was a real piece of work. Classic narcissist with terrible misogyny. He was going to be tough to crack, but she knew her presence alone would rile him up. Hopefully enough for a confession.