Marisol Delko Csi Miami Novels & Stories

Metropolitan Police Amber Chase………………………………………… Ex-Wife of Robbie Chase Lewis Barfield………………………………………… Moscow Based Private Detective General Ozdoyev……………………………………… Russian Deputy Prosecutor Elmira…………………………………………………. General Ozdoyev’s Escort Elena Koshka…………………………………………... Ex-Wife of Igor Akinfeev’s Kayla Zelenyy…………………………………………. Ex-wife of Alexi Zelenyy Ingrid Kuzyaev………………………………………… Wife of Daler Kuzyaev

I walk over to the counter to pour another glass. Marisol laughs bitterly, trying to choke back a sob,"Cut ties? You think I didn’t try? That man is Dragon’s blood. His face is in every scar on my—" Her hand instinctively grazes the jagged scar on her collarbone—a mark shaped like a twisted moth. My gut clenches. I know that scar. He gave it to her. **FLASHBACK — CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA — 13 YEARS AGO**

His eyes stayed on the woman crossing the lobby toward us, and something unreadable passed over his face. Not surprise. Recognition. That unsettled me more. “You know her,” I said. “I know of her.” “That is a very Luca answer.” “It is an accurate one.” Brian stepped closer to us, lowering his voice. “Marisol Vega. Thirty-two. Mother’s surname. Educated in Switzerland and London. Attorney for six years before moving into private asset management. No criminal record. No public connection to Don until recently.” “Convenient,” Luca said. Brian’s mouth tightened. “Very.”

“Please get in.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. Just as I was about to step forward, a voice cut through the tension. “Wait.” It was Kael, everyone turned to look at him. Marisol also walked toward us from the entrance of the building. The red mark from the slap was still faintly visible on her cheek, but her expression remained composed. Detective Harris frowned slightly. "Sir, please do not interfere.” But before Kael could utter another word, Marisol chuckled. “He is not trying to interfere. He is someone who might save you from making a very embarrassing mistake,” she replied smoothly.

But he didn’t care. If Amara was caught in the middle of whatever Milo Nero was orchestrating, he’d walk into hell itself to drag her out. He was met at the tarmac by a single figure. Marisol. She didn’t offer a smile. “Come with me.” Luca followed her into the armoured black SUV without a word. But as the city slipped past them, he spoke. “She’s okay?” “She’s breathing,” Marisol replied. “But not sleeping. Not thinking straight.”

"You're absolutely right about not calling the police. We don't know who might be protecting her, and if we can't land a decisive blow, we'll just tip our hand." It would only expose her position. From all appearances, Nevaeh probably still believed she was oblivious to the whole affair. That meant Marisol was operating from the shadows while Nevaeh remained visible. Now that she was on guard, she held the advantage. After thinking it through, Marisol transferred a million-dollar retainer to her hacker contact and asked him to investigate the entire Sorensen family from top to bottom. She wanted information on everyone, no exceptions. She was convinced that Nevaeh's willingness to attempt mu

Mila sat opposite her, clearly annoyed, and Andrade was in his usual corner—arms crossed, face unreadable, watching everything without a word. But the man sitting beside Marisol was the one who caught my attention. He looks tall, older, mid-fifties maybe—with slick dark hair and a too-perfect smile. Marisol’s hand was resting on his knee and his hand on the small of her back. The picture looked too intimate for comfort. Marisol’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “This is Cristian Léon Marquez,” she said proudly. “Be nice now.” My chest tightened. I glanced at Andrade, waiting for a reaction, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

When Maria De La Cruz, came out of that dark cubicle, in the shape of a fence, and with a look, she knew how to tell Juan Carlos Velazquez, the kind of boss he had, and she told him: "Surely Daniel Del Valle already knows what kind of boss he had; - Surely Daniel Del Valle already knows we are here, he knows we have his son, and he knows every move we are making, but don't be scared, because that's what we wanted. The silence of the detective, knew to be the answer that Maria De la Cruz, and her twin were looking for, at this point in the investigation, although they were short on time because she never tired of saying, the hours will be over for us, she repeated it constantly, no one unders

“Carolina Mendoza is the drug queen of Miami. She has killed a lot of people and is one of the most wanted criminals in the world right now. If you got her attention, it can’t be good. What did she want?” “To tell me not to get close to Mason Steele, something I don’t intend to do.” “You have to live the city,” Maria said. “Don’t be dramatic,” I said. “I’m telling you, that woman is bad news.” “Come on, let’s get more drinks. I don’t want to talk about this.”

Once she shut the door, she dropped the pizza on the table and went to stand beside the door with a stoic expression. Mariana looked at her and smiled. "Hi, may I know your name?" "Giana." She said, crossing her arms. Mariana began to wonder if the Mafia society allows a woman to work with them. "How long have you been working for Marcello?" "Since he rescued me from the hands of my abusive husband." A bit of amusement rose in Mariana. Did Marcello actually do that? "He doesn't seem like someone who rescues someone." Not a hero.