Marisol Delko Csi Miami Romane & Geschichten

“Let me see what I can do. Stay safe.” She ended the call and looked at Sebastian. “That was the case you were on today, right?” said Louis. “Yes. Hendrick, the first guy you heard, is one of Veronica’s brothers. CIA Agent Dimitri DeMarco, the other guy on the call, is trying to help the Clear Valley citizens proving that I wasn’t the one who killed their residents, but he doesn't have jurisdiction there. The pictures published in the papers were dead vampires killed a long time before that.” Coralis’s phone rang again.

“No. I didn’t.” Silence settled again, heavier this time. “Do you think she was involved with both of them?” he asked after a moment, the words coming slower now, more deliberate. Marisol looked down at her hands, turning the bottle slightly between her fingers before answering. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I know she was scared.” Ethan shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he dragged a hand over his face. “What have you found out?” he asked.

"There's that fear I've been waiting for. You've been so stoic, so brave. But everybody has a breaking point, don't they, Detective? And yours is that sweet little college student, isn't she? Tiffany Chen, nineteen years old, sophomore at State University, studying psychology." "Please," Sarah managed, the word scraping out of her ruined throat. "Please don't touch her. She has nothing to do with this." "Oh, but that's where you're wrong," Maria said, standing up and walking over to her table of instruments. She picked up a knife, examining it in the dim light. "She has everything to do with this. She's your weakness. Your pressure point. And now that I've found it..." She turned back to Sar

Two small bottles of basilisk venom, our one-way ticket home, wait patiently for this nightmare to end. “I do not know why, but it feels like you truly understand me.” I looked at the fragile figure walking by my side and remembered one last thing I thought about while we were stargazing. “Is that flower on your dress a solaris?” “Yes, I grew them in a small garden I built next to my cabin, back in Tagetes.” “Can I have it?” Nadya froze and looked at me for a moment, embarrassed by my unexpected question. “Sure, why not.”

Molly declared with resolve. Previously, she might have been willing to let things slide, but that no longer seemed to be the case. Don Gio was already on the phone. "I want you to closely monitor Kiara Campbell. I will instruct you when to act, and it must appear as an accident." After ending the call, he turned to Molly and reassured her, "Consider it done." “Okay, so did Marie betray you? Why is she working with Wesley?" Molly asked. Don Gio smiled and playfully pinched her nose. "Don't jump to conclusions. Just wait for the surprise I have in store for you."

“Okay, just saying.“ Detective Jones said. “This murder case is looking like Joshua Ziglosvik's. Remember? The man that was murdered in a hotel by his darling sugar girl, Ann.“ “Yeah I do Maria, but it wasn't really difficult to find her, she was stupid enough to have left some of her personal belongings while trying to escape and it led us directly to her but this one was carried on a professional level.“ “You're right.“ Maria replied. The surveillance footage was checked, there was no record of her entering the hotel building but was seen leaving. “Now this is really becoming mysterious!“ Detective Jones said rubbing his chin. Detective Peter Jones and his partner Detective Maria were put

So, no. That only left the shadowy Don of the mob, Piers Delano. He was rarely seen in public, and when he was, he was always accompanied by his wife, the silent Hila Ziadi, with the cold, all-seeing eyes. But his cold grey-blue eyes stabbed the people he met, observing, sharp and shrewd. She frowned. Undoubtedly handsome, but also, a lethal person. Someone who would react slowly, after considering all the consequences. And with his wife, the mysterious ex-MOSSAD operative beside him, he was the only one who could handle this problem…wasn’t he?

I stared at a framed poster on the wall that said: DISCRETION. RELIABILITY. PROFESSIONALISM. Which was a dramatic way to describe cleaning, but okay. A door opened. “Quinn Parker?” a voice called. I looked up. A woman stepped out holding a clipboard. She wore a soft gray sweater and had kind eyes that made her look like she’d tell you the truth even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “That’s me,” I said, standing quickly. “I’m Marisol,” she said, smiling. “Come on back.”

Ariana’s POV “You’re not going.” Ethan doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. The words land flat and final, like a door being locked from the inside. I keep my eyes on the tablet in front of me. The dim safehouse lights reflect off the screen, washing everything in cold blue. A woman’s face stares back—early forties, sharp eyes, tension carved into the lines around her mouth. Marisol Vega. Former forensic accountant. Independent consultant. Disappeared eighteen months ago after submitting a sealed report to an internal ethics committee that never officially existed.

But what could be her reaction if he tells her that she is the one he is considering marrying? Marissa Dela Cruz has been his secretary for a long time. She is the one who knows him better, is prepared to protect him at all costs, and serves him like she is a king rather than a boss. Aside from being hardworking at work, she has always been present at his best and vulnerable times, and she never judged him for it, nor any sensitive information was leaked by her. "Ms. Dela Cruz?" he called her. Even though she wanted an answer to why Diego paused in revealing who he wanted to marry, she still responded,