Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

'Calm down, where do you work? 'IT department.' 'Carswell, aside from you, is she the best?' 'Third, Mason and Jehu are.' 'Who is good at investigations? Like a journalism or some kind of detective?' 'We have a different squad for that.' 'Good, I need you to get the best squad into looking up a certain Dinah Trevor and have a second squad work on Camilla and Carlina Combe. I require all the information as soon as possible. Does the squad involve forensic scientist and brainacs?'

Sherlock said. "Meaning?" "I can't tell you the plan for now. Just play along," Sherlock replied, and Vincent looked at him suspiciously. "You would regret it if I found out you've just been playing me, Sherlock," Vincent warned. Sherlock raised his hands in the air and smirked. "Trust me. Watch." He pointed at one of the strippers dancing on a pole and motioned for her to come. She walked up to them, and he whispered something into her ear. She smiled mysteriously before leaving to carry out the task.

“She knows a lot sir. T-too much, she wasn’t guessing at all.” “Any evidence?” I asked. “Yes,” the voice replied almost immediately. “Recorded. She also mentioned something about files, Videos…” Interesting. I raised a brow “And who are the investigators?” Another pause from his end. But this time was followed made it even heavier. “She’s actually one of them sir… Daniel Kade. And Jenny Havan.” My jaw tightened before I could stop it. Jenny Havan… Of course it was. I rose from my seat, calmly adjusting my suit as I walked over to the window, looking out over the city. I know that name. Not personally, no. But her record? Relentless.

The cognitive dissonance made my head spin. “Annalise?” Janet, my ever-reliable confidante, squeezed my hand reassuringly. Her concerned gaze held a glimmer of understanding that sent a wave of gratitude washing over me. In the whirlwind of emotions, her steady presence was a lighthouse in a storm. “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. “Spencer? Working with those corrupt officials? It doesn’t make sense.” Janet, ever the pragmatist, didn’t indulge in idle speculation. “We need a plan, Annalise. Sitting here wondering won’t solve anything.”

He wondered who was behind Esther. After about an hour's drive they arrived at their destination. They located Mrs Zealot and Shane wasted no time. "Ma'am, did you know Esther Zealot?" Roy asked. The woman looked up abruptly, "Yes she is my daughter. What is it about her?" She asked. "I am detective Shane. Your daughter was involved in a murder. She is right in our custody," Shane said. "Murder!?" The old woman fidgeted and shook her head slowly.

He needed someone to save him. He belongs to a gang named Rangers that work undercover for the FBI. They work in a circle to eliminate the gangs like Skull, who are the main threat. They look illegal but they work under FBI. They need a doctor for Sebastian. A personal doctor provided by FBI. So the doctor don't reveal their secrets. Janis, daughter of the FBI agent Kyle. Kyle died many years ago while doing his mission and now his daughter is a doctor. The daughter of Kyle is the perfect person to treat Sebastian because she knows all the ropes of the FBI and she is trustable and won't reveal their secrets.

My dick stood erect on my trousers, after a bit of silence, She spoke! Regina➡ Afternoon mr. Johnson, sorry for the mistreatment, I'm detective Regina Watson! And you're here for investigation! First I would like you to tell me about Nightshade, tell me everything you know and don't lie cause if you do, The boys outside here are willing and ready to rough you up! . 🔋 low

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.

She had to complete her duties as a new artist in this place. That evening, Julian sat alone in his private office. He was at his desk, staring at the computer screen which displayed the search results: Jennifer Jones, born in New York, lived in London, moved to LA two years ago. No medical records, no family history—everything was too perfect and not suspicious at all. "If she's not Cassie, then why are her voice and all her mannerisms so similar? Ah... it must just be a coincidence," Julian muttered, closing his laptop screen.

—HARDY CONTD. The detective stepped out of the interrogation room and asked if we grabbed anything. Joanne had to explain her first to her last meeting with this Ophelia girl which caused everyone to be in total dismay. “Wait a second, so she warned you about the ladies when she was the mastermind behind all these?” Detective Alex asked. “Yeah” Joanne nodded, looking frightened. “But she works for Anne— “Anne shaw? Age 26. Married to Asher Black?” Alex interrupted.