Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home. Stepping out the door, she jams her door, the alarm system of the car reverberating through the whole neighborhood. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, her phone rang. 'My Love' The phone displayed. "Hello Seth." Daisy Hunter's voice is mellifluous as she walks up the stairs to her apartment. "Hi Daisy, how was your day at the office?" Seth Nathaniel said, his voice barely above whispers. "Great! Today was splendid…what about yours." Her voice was laced with curiosity.

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.

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.

"Did he?" “No.” She shook her head quickly. “You came before anything happened.” Davis let out a jagged breath, pacing the length of the room and running a hand through his hair. "Not everyone here is a friend, Chelsea. This isn't your regular clinic. These people are sharks. They come to sabotage plans, to find leverage, to ruin the lives of one and other behind all the fake smiles and felicity. You can't trust anyone." Chelsea looked down at her bare feet, feeling the sting of her own shame and naivety. The red dress felt like a costume of a person she wasn't ready to be yet. "I'm so sorry. I... I just... I'm sorry.“

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.

I said softly to make him relax. "Ok fine. But make sure of it, Namih. I will check on you." "I promise," I give him assurance. I said goodbye to him because I might be late for work. *** I'm Detective Mary Grace Santillan, belongs to the Identification Bureau Detective. Actually Kitt Santos and I, the two of us who have been assigned here. Namih and I are childhood friends. But she and Kitt used to be friends before, until they met me and the three of us became friends.

I'm holding on by a thread. An hour later, I sit in the viewing room and watch one of our female detectives who specializes in sex crimes, interview Shelby. Shelby glances up at the small camera in the room with such a lost look on her face. I know she's wondering why it isn't me in the room with her.

Thereby, revealing a great part of her thighs "Better "she sighed tighten her grip on the pîstol She's still hiding in the baboons and she's pretty positive no one knows she's here Just then,a stone got tossed at her direction "Huh !"Fiona got super alert "Who's there !?"she half-yelled. A mocking chuckle was her response.. I'll repeat who's.... ouch !"this time a much bigger stone got tossed. It landed on her forehead "Salma McKenzie "Lavina smiled largely walking to Fiona's direction

“I’M GOING CRAZY!” Jane screamed, letting the documents Lucas had brought to her apartment the other day fall over her face. Lucas had never mentioned that memorizing details would be part of her role as his temporary wife. The last time Jane had to memorize so much was back in high school, specifically for her terrifying final exams. She never imagined she’d have to do it again years later. In her mind, she kept repeating the answers to potential questions she might face. Her name is Jane Sharpe. Not Jane Summers .