Novel & Cerita Detective Rosa Diaz

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.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

He quickly reached for it, recognizing the caller ID as Salvatore, his most trusted guard who had been assigned to watch over his beloved wife, Rose. With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, Liam answered the call, his voice tinged with urgency. "Salvatore, what's going on? Is everything okay?" There was a moment of hesitation before Salvatore's voice filled the line, laced with a palpable tension. "Boss, I'm sorry to disturb you, but something's not right. I've been keeping an eye on Rose, and I spotted a suspicious man lurking near our house. He was watching the place, casing it, like he's planning something."

I scoffed loudly. Because the daughter of a rich woman goes missing it's already in the news. But if someone like me should go missing, even the police would do nothing about it. My country was a piece of bullshit ONLY DAUGHTER OF BILLIONAIRE ABDUCTED BY UNKNOWN ARMED GUN MEN... The headline boldly read. "...the unfortunate incident occurred today when the victim was been driven to school, the police is requesting all form of assistance from the general public...." I switched off the TV and picked up a glass of scotch, my eyes narrowed in deep thoughts.

The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting” While staring intently at the flower, he smiles with satisfaction. Suddenly, a hand came from nowhere and grabed his collar. The officer with an angry face shouted: "Who the hell are you? How dare you destroy the crime scene? I'll send you to jail, swear to God.”

“I just ran a background check on you.” He paused to analyze her expression. Will she give anything away with the slightest shift in her eyes or even a bead of sweat breaking free? Nothing. Alina remained composed and his eyes skidded back to the papers in his hands. She was clean. No criminal records, no sketchy details. An ordinary background for an ordinary maid. “Alina Diaz,” Antonio muttered her name as if he could physically taste it. Beautiful name, he thought. Orphaned at 18 years old, moved back to Mexico at twenty. No records or connections and worked in small time service jobs.

"She’s a woman. And she’s going to kill you for this." The Gorgon smiled, a slow, thin line. "Oh, I’m counting on it. I don't want the Rose to hide. I want her to bloom one last time before I pluck her. But first... I need to know about the Zurich vault. Dmitri’s private ledger. Where is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about."

“You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?” Inés nodded. She understood more than the woman could guess. Because she wasn’t just here to clean. She was here to find out who set the fire that killed her family. And every clue pointed to the Delgado Mafia. *** She’d barely changed into the uniform when it happened. She turned a corner carrying a tray of drinks and slammed right into a wall of muscle. The tray clattered to the floor. “You’ve got two seconds to explain why you’re soaking my shirt,” a voice snapped above her, low and cold.

“We need to be smart, whoever is behind this knows too damn much, they know about your mom. About the orphanage and about Ethan. They have access, Kelvin… Inside access.” He wasn’t wrong. “This isn’t random,” he continued. “This is personal and I think…” He hesitated. “What?” My voice darkened, low and tensed. Josh tapped the folder on the table. “We’re dealing with someone close enough to bypass security without triggering anything and someone who wants you to see this… and break.” The silence stretched. Josh inhaled slowly. “And right now you’ve gotten Rose involved by letting them see her with your mom…We need to—”

“Looking for Victoria Hayes ? This troublemaker escaped again .” Mia tries to respond but the words die in her throat . She’s bright red. The detective holds out both the leash and his hand. “Detective Ramirez,” he says. “But you can call me Diego.” Mia grabs both with the dazed intensity of someone who just found religion. “Hi. I’m—Mia. From the office. Not the front desk. But sometimes the front desk when Chloe calls in ‘sick’ even though she’s not sick she’s just.....”