Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

, I said softly. "I won't take chances with your life", he said adamantly. I sighed defeated. " Janine will accompany you if you want to leave right away", he said to me. "Who is Janine?", I asked him. "Well she is Sally's girlfriend but also a renowned name in the area", he said. "Why are you not getting followed around then?", I asked. "I can take care of myself Ziva", he said with a smirk. "Oh really? Well I can too", I said confidently.

Her breath hitched in her throat as the inspector angled his attention to her, his grey eyes zeroing in on hers. She gulped. This is the most fucked up situation she had ever found herself in!!! goddamn it! "is she the one?" the inspector inquired, with a slight cock of his head in her direction. Janice nodded, with a sly smile at the corners of her lips. "Yes inspector, that is Amber Harvard." She declared firmly, waving a hand in her direction. The inspector nodded. "Hmmm..." he dragged the word out as his steady gaze glided to Anastasia and Arizona, causing them to freeze with apprehension.

If she had a magnifying glass in her hand, I might have actually mistaken her for a crime drama detective. I raised a brow, chuckling. “Wow! When did you turn into Sherlock?” She grinned, tapping a page with a red marker like a gravel. “Somewhere your coffee break and dramatic garden escape. You are welcome.” I laughed despite myself and walked over. “Okay, detective Jenna. What’s the big find?” She shrugged, but there was pride in her voice. “I pulled the list of workers who were serving in the council office at the time of your exile, especially those who had vault access or could manipulate the documentation.

, comments the chubby agent to his colleague, while crushing a plastic soda bottle, leaving it compact and then puts the lid on, making it compact and throws it in the small trash can on the counter in the small kitchen. “That sounds too familiar with the first victim of... exactly... a year ago...”, adds the other agent, thin and more intuitive. “Which... without a doubt elevates him to a “serial killer”, for sure...”, comments the female voice with an aged tone, on the phone. This woman, known only as “Justina” to the agents, was the one who hired them. Knowing that they were excellent officers who had contributed to solving many crimes in the police department they are part of.

Shaun sighed and shook his head. "He won't be waking up anytime soon." Rachel felt a wave of relief. "I came to ask you to investigate someone for me." She handed him a photo of Jennifer. "This person is named Jennifer. She's a cardiac surgeon who goes by the name Susan at Haven Hospital. Find out what she has been doing abroad all these years, who she's been with, and how she became a specialist." Shaun took the photo. "Consider it done, Ms. Walker. I'll take care of it."

Soon Will told her to come in. She had been working undercover in the department for three days and had already been to a birthday "party," cleaned up a messy desk, and caught two or three staring at her ass. She wore a skirt and a dress shirt with heels every day, but she had been thinking about changing her style, otherwise she would let her anger speak louder and the real and cruel Morgana would take over her actions and tear the eyes of those indiscreet policemen. She walked through the door, seeing Will staring at his computer. The first thing he noticed were his tired, deep-set eyes. His hair was messy and his shirt was open. Again.

I could feel it, but she couldn’t because she had no access to her wolf. “What do you think?” I asked, glancing at Janine, who was busy rearranging her office. Janine was a woman in her mid twenties and one of the few people I trusted not because she might be mated to my beta but because of our shared pasts and also because she was the best healer in our pack. “If you are sure of what you scented, then maybe she is hiding a wound, and it may have gotten infected,” she shrugged before turning to the large shelves.

Jane announced shakily, “He thinks I killed her.” “Excuse me?” Ethan snarled, staring at the investigator in shock. “What the hell is she talking about?” “We have evidence, Alpha.” The detective answers, “Very strong evidence.” “And why the hell is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” He demanded, looking back and forth between them. For a moment he thought this explained Jane’s odd behavior perfectly, but then he recalled that the funeral was over a week before, and she’d only started acting oddly in the last day or two.

She cleared her throat, catching their attention. "Sheriff," Valerie called, her voice steady despite the fear in her heart. "We now know that Monica is the mastermind of all these crimes. What your men should be doing instead of taking useless pictures is to be on Monica's tail," The sheriff sighed heavily, obviously irritated by Valerie's interruption.

Adrian glanced at the doorway where Stephanie had disappeared. "No…let her. At least someone in this room is getting what they want." Seraphina almost smiled…almost. The detective finally appeared. A tired-looking woman most likely in her forties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression. DETECTIVE MARQUEZ. She'd been assigned to the case after Adrian made several very loud, very angry, very expensive phone calls. "Mr. Vale. Ms. Cole." She sat down across from them, a thick file folder in her hands. "I have the results from the fingerprint analysis and the background check."