Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

“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.....”

Detective Ferisha went to the female detention cell occupied by Rosa Melinda. She felt very relieved to have been separated from Valentino. For her, being around him was now very dangerous for her heart health. Then she seemed to be starting to distance herself from the guy and not getting too close to him.

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.

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.

"What does Damien want?" "I have no idea, but it seems serious." Rosa stopped in a spot and waited for him to join her. "Well, let us go hear what he has to say." Rosa could not believe he had agreed to come down so easily; he had always been hostile towards Damien, and even she could not understand why. It was painful that his daughter died, but Damien was not the one who was the killer. He stood up, and they both walked to the room. "I will get us something to drink," Rosa said, going away without waiting to ask them what they wanted. As she was in the kitchen, a staff member came in holding a bouquet of dahlias.

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.