Detective Carisi Novels & Stories

As a rookie P.I. at Tyler Investigations, Cassie was still in the learning stages but determined to advance in her career. A couple of weeks ago, the client, Jason Schmidt, hired them to keep an eye on his wife, Tricia. Jason believed Tricia was having an affair because he discovered sexy dresses and lingerie that she apparently never wore for him. He believed Tricia's alleged lover was Jack Brady, the karate instructor who taught their son, Chase.

Dakota ordered to her men as she walked back to her car. The gangster who had been seated in the junkyard crane the whole time then nodded as he controlled the crane. It easily lifted the car where the private investigator was as the gangster pushed the button that dropped the car from its magnetic hook, falling into the car shredder. The sound of car getting crushed with screams of agony under it brought a smirk on Dakota’s face even though she had her back faced to it. “Boss, what’s your plan with Olivia now?” Knives asked as she stood next to her car.

Looking very nervous. “What’s going on?” Sylas asked. “What are you doing here, Carla?” “You two should sit down,” Rick told us. Sylas took my hand and led me to the chairs by the desk. Carla came over from the window where she had been waiting. She twisted her hands in front of her as she took a deep breath. “Carla, you obviously have something to tell us,” Sylas said. “Just say it.” She took a deep breath. “Carson is dead,” she stated. “He’s been murdered.”

𝙊𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚. – 𝙃. 𝙋. 𝙇𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩. *** Jay and Maya now sat in Jay's small study room, Jay carrying a file, worry etched over his features while Maya shoved the chocolate chip cookies in her mouth moaning with pleasure as the sweetness touched her taste buds. Jay was already on the edge since he got a call informing him that the CBI had incorporated with the detective named Zero who was called for the sole purpose of catching Kali. Along with Zero a special team was selected to work as a force that would focus on Kali.

Gerald suggested as Carl came back in, holding a cup of coffee. “Thanks man! I don’t know what I will do without you.” Carl said happily.”It is better to actually dig up more on this because the truth about all these criminals is that someone can use them and someone must have shielded them before they went rabid.” Gerald said angrily as he typed on the computer. “ hmm! Can I see the dossier and get the international codes and lines so that I can actually run my personal investigation on some of this.” Carl said as he sipped his coffee and stared at the computer screen.

How could she rest when every new discovery drew her further into a conflict she wasn’t sure she could win? Cassandra stood up abruptly, pacing the room. She retrieved the USB drive containing the CCTV footage from her bag and plugged it into her laptop. The image of the car reappeared on the screen, and she zoomed in once more on the silver rose logo. The logo was pristine, polished, and undeniably familiar. It wasn’t just a brand; it was a signature, a message left by someone who didn’t care about hiding their involvement.

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

“If it’s the truth you want, then here it is.” She looked away. “Sara… I really like Henry.” Sara stiffened. “Seeing you with him all the time made me anxious,” Cara continued, her voice shaking. “So I hired a private investigator to follow you. To take pictures.” That was it. Sara shot to her feet, anger blazing for the first time. “Are you freaking serious, Cara?” she snapped. “I’m not here because I want to be I’m here to save your ass. And you do this to me?”

When the police officers saw the parts in the black plastic bags, their faces drained of color. “The murderer has a certain degree of countersurveillance knowledge. This is just one part of the body,” said Frank Stone, my junior at work. His face had turned pale. Even though he had already performed an autopsy on countless bodies before, his face changed when he saw my dismembered parts. “Sorry for the trouble, Jonathan.” Liam Tyson, captain of the police force, looked at Jonathan Walsh, who stood at the side. Ever since I resigned, Jonathan was the only qualified forensic scientist left in the forensic department.