Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

“To solve this case, I have chosen one of my top undercover officers. She will be here in a few minutes. We will find your daughter.” A knock on the door interrupted them. “Come in,” the chief said. As the door cracked open, a woman confidently walked inside, dressed in black leather pants and sporting a stylish brown jacket. Her golden hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her keen amber eyes immediately locked onto the couple. The chief introduced her to the grieving couple. “Mr. Singh, this is our officer, Janet Corrigan.” Janet shook hands with the man, then turned to the woman, who was sobbing uncontrollably. “Please calm down. I’ll do my best to find your daughter.” Janet rubb

From then on, he knew that this woman was not as innocent as she seemed. Her mind is very deep. She is full of lies, good at disguising and flattering. Grandma was deceived by her appearance before she was poisoned. If time could turn back, he would never have a relationship with such a vicious woman. Rachel West hurriedly made it to the set before seven o'clock. At this time, Linda Park was being served by three or five staff. She rubbed her sore forehead and hurriedly went to Linda Park to report her arrival, but Linda Park suddenly threw a glass of water on her face unceremoniously when she arrived in front of her.

Gavin quickly said, “Of course, you are his wife. He had told us a long time ago that you have the same rights as him. He didn’t tell us to remove his authority, so...” Dexie hurriedly reported, “Alright, the person I want you to investigate is a woman named Sherry Thompson. She lives on Milton Road. Her ID number is 432XXXXXXXX and the house number is 32.” Luke’s subordinates were very efficient in gathering information. Shortly after ending the call, Dexie made her way to the café.

Juvia stopped mid-sentence. Tristian had opened his eyes as he heard Juvia’s words. He shot a cold glare at her. “I got a news that the worlds top assassin is now Lesley hunter. She has only been in the field for about seven to eight years. The former top killer had been a woman named Honey bone, but she was dead already. I have looked this woman up, and coincidentally, her looks resemble a little to Anne. Do you think Anne had done something as disgraceful as killing people behind our backs? I really don’t understand why she would exchange a life as our family’s miss for a life of a killer,” Juvia mocked slightly and she even felt a little disappointed.

“He had something to do. I came alone.” “Okay… so what brought this on?” She sighs and closes the door. “Clover, I’ll keep this short.” She pauses. “I knew your adopted grandmother.” I frown. “Grandma Lola?” “She helped me,” Janine says softly. I sit back. “I know that. She told me. And Lola doesn’t lie. How did she help you, exactly?” Janine exhales deeply. “When I was younger, I was in a very bad place. She helped me with job placement, college applications, and mental stability. I got my degree in criminal justice. Then my master’s. That’s how I met my husband.”

Not because she believed Mina capable of causing trouble, but because the situation itself had been strange. Madam Hawthorne sat in her study, the quiet rustle of paper the only sound in the room as she examined the first investigation report. The investigator had been thorough. Jade August. Age, education, employment history. From what the report described, Jade was an exceptionally hardworking young woman who had climbed her way through school with scholarships and relentless effort before eventually joining the Hawthorne Empire. There was nothing inherently suspicious in the file. In fact, it painted the portrait of someone diligent and disciplined.

And that kiss… She bit her lip, a knot forming in her throat. She couldn't deny her feelings for Lucas, but what did that mean for her and Liam? Janette shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate. She needed to find the poison, for Lucas's sake. She went back to the microscope, diligently scanning the slides one by one. As the minutes ticked by, her frustration grew. There was nothing in any of the samples she'd collected that could explain Lucas's condition. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted something strange in the corner of one of the slides. A small, jagged-shaped crystal caught her eye.

Raising my head, I squinted my eyes as I saw two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen tying Josephine up in chains. Her voice was tremulous, I could hear her heart throbbing loudly from where I stood. "Let her go…" I tried to move my hands but I realized I was tied up in reinforced chains. "Max Berkeley… works at MetapleX… the chief Tech. officer… your resume is impressive." Mr Thwane Clark's voice is hoarse. Looking at him I could only see the devil in a luxury tuxedo. "You know, for a drug dealer, a trafficker of young girls, you sure look pretty." My voice Ortund.

“I can follow a paper or computer trail a criminal leave in a white-collar crime. Tell you what their personality is like. How to spot them among many. So, I warn you I’m a crazy that can find your darkest secrets in minutes or hours. Enjoy your evening.” Merina used the silence to slip past the line of stunned women and return to the party. Joyce found her then. “I missed it. What happened? Are you alright?” “I admit, I forgot how assertive I can be. I despise having to assert myself.”

I'll get justice for you—I won't let Laila get away with this! A tempest of emotions swirled in me as I hovered above, watching him. Five years ago, no one believed I was the one who had donated the kidney to my father. I thought that truth would die with me. But now, Simon had uncovered it all. This time, would Mom and Dad still take Laila's side? When Simon arrived at Laila's ward with evidence and witnesses, Mom was feeding her. Dad stood by, his face full of tender affection.