Janine Sherlock Novels & Stories

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.

Get out of my house. My house? That beggar had the guts to call Asher's home as hers. Now Shanice had shattered her sense of belongingness beyond hope. Serena wasn't left with no home now. Shanice had personally helped the detective in finding out about their affair. The woman had her sources too. As fate would have it, Susan was another investigator from the same agency Serena had hired her investigator from. Susan had contacted her immediately after she heard her name involved in the case. To say Shanice was ecstatic would be an understatement. That's what she wanted. She wanted Serena to investigate the matter and get hurt over and over again.

Though her hair was tied into a bun and had little strands of hair on her face, she still maintained the bold beauty. “I didn't know Ray kept a female as a subordinate. ” Alexa murmured to herself and frowned. Can't she for once have a lover without any competition! Here she was thinking she was the only female in his life and boom, another girl shows up. “Let me guess, you are one of his exes?” Her tone depicted nothing but jealousy. “I am sorry for making you misunderstand my identity and for not introducing myself properly, I amJocelyn, LR Quad special agent. I just work for him and that's all ”

, 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.

Percival read over my shoulder. “Keep those with you,” he said. “They will help.” We pulled up the witness list on the screen. The entries were terse: anonymous courier, maintenance worker, trustee office assistant, former courier driver, Harrow. Each entry had dates and a shorthand note: payphone code, dock three, van description. “Which one do you want to start with?” Ms. Alvarez asked. “I want Janet first,” I said. “She is fragile and she trusted us. We need to prepare her so she does not get crushed.”

“Isn’t that why you hired someone to look into her?” “She covered her tracks well. Even that wasn’t her real name.” He muttered, almost in disbelief. “And now that I’ve seen her again... she’s even more of a mystery.” “Then what now?” “I don’t know,” Theo admitted. “But I can’t get her out of my mind. And it’s driving me insane.” --- Back at the small, dimly lit home, Janine stared at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. The fever blurred her vision, but her thoughts were clear—and heavy.

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."

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?’

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.