Novel & Cerita Janine Sherlock

Her study table was still filled with unfinished works from last night, The cup of unfinished already cold coffee was still there. It was just four thirty am and she has like an hour extra before she goes for her morning jog. Instead of lying back on the bed, She took the glass of water and went to the table to probably finish up her work. Jacklyn Chisholm is a twenty three year old girl who works as a Forensics Photographer at the NYPD ( New York Police Department). Her parents were Adam and Linda Chisholm and her younger brother Ed Chisholm. Both parents live in Southern Manhattan at their old but gorgeous family home while she moved out to Brooklyn after she dropped out of college.

My heart is going out to them and their children and the pack for the pain they have gone through these past 10 years, and I vow to help find those responsible for the deaths of Luther and Vivian. Nic is resting next to me, just as queued up as I am. We had a remembrance ceremony for our friends in our lodge before we left the mountain yesterday and I am certain that they heard us. We have another hour before we reach the airport, and I need to make sure we have everything together once we arrive. As I try to get up to go back to our cabin, Nic’s phone buzzes. He answers, putting the call on speaker. “Nic, my friend, I hope your travels find you well.” Jarvis’s thick British accent comes thr

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.”

He still knew deep down that he wasn't to know who they were, but a part of him felt sickened about it, mostly because he knew they were his favourite masturbation memories and the thought of seeing them again in the flesh gave him a tingle of excitement. "Hi, it's Jasmine," He heard her say, her phone pressed to her ear. "Yes, I've got an urgent tasking for you, personal investigations on three people, reports every twelve hours..... New York, attended Berkeley Business School between one year and four years ago... friends with Madeleine Lawhead, aged 23. She dropped out two to three years ago.... Names are aliases, but they were friends with Miss Lawhead. Subject one is a hispanic female,

While George is still sleeping, since she still has things to do, she went out first without waking him up. She could only tell Lary about it before leaving. As soon as Sherly went back to her office, she delved into her investigation, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She navigated through encrypted files and shadowy networks, her fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision. Each click and keystroke brought her closer to the truth, but with it came a growing sense of unease.

Jane immediately reached for the remote. The volume increased. "...authorities have confirmed the arrest of Helina Moore in connection with multiple criminal investigations, including the reopened investigation into the death of businessman Fred Whitmore..." Jane stared. Her heartbeat accelerated. The reporter continued speaking. "...sources close to the investigation suggest substantial evidence has already been obtained..." "No." Jane slowly stood. The tea spilled unnoticed onto the carpet. Her eyes remained fixed on the television. The report continued. "...additional allegations include fraud, conspiracy, obstruction of justice and evidence suggesting the suspect maintained a second fami

A deafening bang. The security office's metal door had been kicked open from outside. The man who came barreling through the door was heavyset, dressed in a sharply tailored, expensive suit. It was Deputy General Manager Derek Sharpe. The moment Walsh saw Sharpe, he tossed the baton aside and rushed over, face oozing with flattery. "Mr. Sharpe! You came down here yourself? "Don't worry, we already caught the inside thief who's been stealing the jewelry—she's being interrogated right now, just like you asked. She's about to sign the confession."

When. She had been expecting it. Seven years of expecting it, seven years of carrying something that did not belong to her because it had been put there by people who understood that the most reliable keeper of a secret is someone who cannot prove it is a secret and therefore cannot safely share it without looking like exactly the kind of person who invents things to damage other people. Janet Yuen was a retired nurse with a clean record and a quiet life in a small town forty minutes outside Hartford and absolutely nothing to gain from inventing anything. Which was precisely why Lila and whoever had planned this with her had calculated that her silence was secure.