Marisol Delko Csi Miami Novels & Stories

I scrolled, each name a calorie burned from my spine. Mr. Callahan. Marisol Vega. Silas Hayes. Dahlia Crane. Marisol Vega: worked at the estate in ’97. Tall. Gloves. Hush hush. Could be the woman June mentioned, always wore gloves. Dahlia Crane: low level fixer for Wolfe’s cleanup crew. Silas Hayes: ex security chief with ties to private investigator rings. I started with Marisol. I sent an encrypted request to EchoNet, the network I’d used for stolen satellite images. Hacked her old email. Enough breadcrumbs to find her current residence: a low income housing block in Crescent Park.

I voice my uneasy feelings aloud to Diego, and he went quiet I’m assuming he was lining his sight with mine, to see what I was seeing. Fuck! I needed to know what they were saying. “Shit, he wouldn’t?” Diego blurted from beside me. I didn’t know what his blunt remark had meant but the almost shock like sound that edged his voice made me clench my jaw tight. “He wouldn’t what?” I ground out and he sighed heavily as I watched Maria place a single kiss to Vince’s cheek before making a swift exit from the hall. Fuck, Fuck and Fuck! I want to dig this fuckers grave; she was now kissing strangers? Giving her time of day to the likes of the Italian mafia? While I was out here trying to fight my way

“Voss and DeSantis just finished fighting because DeSantis’ woman hid you under his roof, and now you show up here?” Maria’s gaze snapped to Alexei, who nodded slowly. “Mafalda is DeSantis’ woman,” she admitted, “and she told me to find Maria.” Luca dragged a hand down his face. “No. No, no, no.” His voice was tight with frustration. “You are not staying here.” Maria exhaled. She was about to argue when she turned back to the mysterious woman still seated calmly on the couch. Maria’s eyes narrowed. “And who are you?”

He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word. Things are about to get hot. Will he listen to someone strong, someone new to his games, someone wild, someone that is his enemy, and that someone with the name -Maria C. Delvey? Maria.C. Delvey: is a dictatorship businesswoman who runs countries, not homes. She believes in the saying -Dictatorship is not a relationship- She returns to Milan, Italy after twenty years with a strong purpose, to take back what belongs to her from her parent's enemies.

Mr. Jericho del Fuego had this impression of Teacher Maria. She is quite far different from all the women being linked to him. Maria is more of conservative type and naive. She was the only one who doesn't show any interest in him when he accidentally send her to their home in Rosario.

I remembered seeing her name on a list of personal contacts Cassandra had kept. The bell above the door chimed as I entered. A woman in her sixties looked up from behind the counter. “Can I help you?” she asked. “My name is Mira,” I said. “I think you knew Cassandra?” Her expression shifted. “Come with me.” She led me to the back room, closed the door, and sat across from me. “I thought this would all stay buried,” Marisol said. “But I suppose nothing ever stays quiet forever.” “What happened to her?” I asked. “What did she find?”

"Aren't you worried? There are dangerous people around you. They kidnapped me for drugs. Imagine the extent of their greed for money." Maria glanced at me briefly before continuing to tidy the bedsheet. "Why should I worry when I have a job that provides for my family? It all started when I worked at his house in the city. There were many of us there. But he only sent me here. This is where I witnessed all the killings they did." "Look, if you can see everything, why don't you report it?" "Sir Kalixo only eliminates people who have wronged him and his father. He saved me once when someone tried to take me to send the evidence overseas—"

Marisol looked over the facts, her face glum. "This is sufficient to begin eliminating Marquez and Diaz," she stated. "The Whisperer, however, is still out there." A hand was placed on her shoulder by Xander. "One action at a time. We'll locate them. Brad and Christine called Isabella back in the suburb to see how the family was doing. "How are Elena and Liam doing?" Christine enquired in a kind but worried tone. "It's going well," Isabella said. "And Mateo?" Brad went on.

she said as she motioned for Isabella to turn. " Very slime" she noded. " Long hair," she said as she took isabella's still-wet black hair into her hands she then looked at Isabella's face. " Beautiful dark brown eyes that match her beauty well very exotic where did you find her?" she asked Fernando as if Isabella wasn't there.