Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

'She's right you know, not everyone is Jasper, not everyone will break your heart. If only I could but I'm not ready yet. 'You're not getting any younger though.' I know right? While I was still having a mind battle my office cell phone rang. I answered the phone. "Doctor Giordana Quinton on the line how can I help you?" "Good morning Doctor, a Mr. Forbes is here to see you should I send him in?" "Sure," I replied absentmindedly. "Nice office Giordana." I heard a deep masculine voice not up to two minutes later.

When the police officers saw the parts in the black plastic bags, their faces drained of color. “The murderer has a certain degree of countersurveillance knowledge. This is just one part of the body,” said Frank Stone, my junior at work. His face had turned pale. Even though he had already performed an autopsy on countless bodies before, his face changed when he saw my dismembered parts. “Sorry for the trouble, Jonathan.” Liam Tyson, captain of the police force, looked at Jonathan Walsh, who stood at the side. Ever since I resigned, Jonathan was the only qualified forensic scientist left in the forensic department.

He stated, his voice professional and detached. “Weapons, burner phones, ammunition.” My jaw tightened. Nathaniel muttered something under his breath. Then the detective squinted… hesitating. The hesitation bothered me more than everything else. Because it meant the next part was probably worse. Much worse. “There was one more thing.” The detective removed a photograph and placed it face up on the table. I looked down, then froze. The person in the photograph wasn’t Claire or me. It wasn’t even Nathaniel. It was Margot Sinclair.

"Does everyone know who has taken up the case?" "Yes. Jason came out all red. It's obvious he was really angry. Defeated." I sighed tiredly and opened the box. As much as I don't want this case, I still want it. It's terrific investigating your best friend case. So terrific! I feel drained and tired. I feel alone!. But I have to find the murderer. I have to keep my emotions at check and find the murderer. Natalie can't die in vain! The phone screen has cracked and it wasn't switching on. I dropped the phone on the table and kept staring at it. I bought this phone for her on her birthday. It wasn't even up to one year. What can I do with this? I opened the case and removed the Sim.

She said flatly and went back to her phone and I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Jane, I’ve worked in a law firm and I must say, you are a very brilliant actor,” Sheba said, admiring my performance. I felt a warm flush of pride on my cheeks. “Of course I am. But before we say anymore, we need to take down these cameras. Do you remember where we found the beeping?” I asked, lowering my voice. She nodded and grabbed a chair to reach the hidden devices. “Now we’re talking! I thought it was a terrible idea to leave the cameras there,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She handed me the tiny cameras after removing them from the lights on my ceiling.

—to entertain. She looked no older than twenty-five—younger than me. Why did she choose this kind of job? That question somehow bugged me. But those eyes—were big and hypnotizing. I didn’t know if she was using contacts because it was a shade of forest green. Beautiful. Then she stopped talking and stared at the camera. My heart pounded in my chest when it felt like she was staring right back at me. I felt my jaw was slowly falling. Fuck!

In order to ease her ear, she took this break. But soon enough, she had to get back to work, knowing that she would be chewed enough further more next time. Following that, a chuckle escaped from her lips. “What are you laughing about?” Hearing that voice, she turned her head, and her eyes met with a female’s. A smile formed on her face at that. The woman with glasses approaching her was Florence Zaryle. The petite lady worked at the forensic team, and from what she knew, despite her status as a commoner, she was extremely talented. That was the impression she left upon Seraphine at least.

'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?'

The first thing she noticed was that there were two extra guests there with Andrew and Owen. One was Sera Oscars, the head cop and doctor in charge of the forensics team. She was the one who did most of the autopsies and postmortems in their lab. She was almost forty years old. The other person was Adam Delores. He was an on-field forensic scientist. Tall smart and Darral's age mate. "Hello Detectives." Adam greeted with a small smile. Selena responded with a hello while Darral only nodded in acknowledgement of his greeting.

Because Jordan’s colleague supports her request to avoid any claims of bias, Jordan had no choice but to yield the interrogation to another detective. Annabelle is led to a separate room while the waitress stays behind. "Janine," Jordan begins, "how do you explain the large amount of cash in your possession? Why were you on the run? And why did you quit your job immediately after the incident? You should have known you were critical to the investigation unless..." Jordan pauses, leaning in close to her face, "...your guilt propelled you into action." Janine tries to mimic Annabelle’s bravado, but she isn't trained for it. Even as she speaks, her body language betrays her.