Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

And then, from the shadows behind a half-empty bookshelf, a voice: “You came.” A woman stepped forward. Late thirties, wiry, eyes sharp behind old glasses. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “I’m Charlotte Avery. Independent investigative journalist. Or I was, until Vivian destroyed my reputation five years ago.” I tilted my head. “Go on.”

I cannot believe you followed me out here to question me again! Presley Jones was a determined woman who had made detective in a city not known to be good about allowing women to earn that shield, and she was also a firm believer in justice. She had taken one look at the lovely brunette with the pale skin and the long legs and known she had a really big secret, and she was determined to find out just what it was the woman was hiding. ‘I think she’s here.’ ‘Then look for her!’ Kelliann shouted rudely. ‘And if she is here, arrest her ass. Ask her where my money is while you’re at it, why don’t you?’

If anything, it made it easier to hear what people were saying. A thin person sat quietly on a couch in the lobby, adjusting her hat and recording what was happening. "Go to the police if your son is missing!" "Bernice has the police in her pocket! What does it mean? They won’t anything!” Sherlock growled. "Don't think Bernice Green is just a victim. She paid someone to give drugs to someone else. That evil woman could have killed my son to hide her tracks!" The crowd observed closely but didn't say anything.

“Why would she run? She wants Nathan. Why would she use something that would be so obvious? Why leave the container in the crash? None of this achieves her goal.” “Twisted people do all sorts of things. I am going to wait outside,” I tell them. This whole scene is making me sick. I called a murderous psycho to give my wife a massage. “It still does not add up,” Isaac insists and follows me out. “You are right about that. It does not add up, because Janet is in ICU at Palmville Hospital. Sounds like sarin,” the lead detective who had walked out tells us when we get to him. Isaac was right again. Janet is still twisted, but this does not sounds as straight forward as we thought.

“She has a master’s degree in computer science.” Silence followed. One of the officers looked up sharply. Another stopped writing for a second. Because now the room had context. Not a miracle. Not an impossible story. A qualified woman using skills she had earned. Jason leaned back again, voice still even. “So yes,” he said. “I believe she can disable bombs, breach systems, and extract information while under pressure.” A beat passed. “The real mystery is why you seem so invested in pretending she cannot.” Martin’s face became unreadable.

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.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Girls are just being greedy, Jay is not drawn to any woman aside me. I used her fingerprint to unlock while asleep . I scanned through her call log. The last person she spoke to was Joe Biden. Went to her recorded phone calls. Straight away, I went to her W******p chats. Joe sent her a message. “Liliana bae. Detective Rachel Solando is investigating. One more spy would be better, chef Jim isn't enough.” He sent her a comrade sticker. Maybe we should try convincing her to get a gate keeper or gardener.” I marked the chat as unread.

The meeting with Detective Harris felt heavy from the start. Jason and Bella laid everything out; the mysterious Seraphina Dubois, the hacked systems, the anonymous file, and that strange countdown date. Harris listened closely, flipping through the file Bella had built. His face grew more serious with each page.