sergeant angelo genovese

Jasmine was naked - not in a literal sense but in that she couldn't hide anymore. She sat in this room, white and sterile. Like purgatory. She wondered if this was what death would be like when it finally came for her. The doctors told her that she was showing classic signs of major depression...

It was Angelo's least favorite part of the job. There was nothing like it in all his work, and it was the last job anyone wanted to do. But this one? This one was on him. He'd already had to tell Angelo and the rest of the Halcyonites, and that left only a small list, mostly courtesy of his...

Crossing the reception area of the Manta Carlos's police station, a place Celeste was familiar with, she politely asked the officer in attendance if she could file a report and maybe speak to a police officer regarding her concerns about what she had witnessed at the community centre yesterday...

Sark walked a decently busy street in broad daylight. He walked, likely his hand intertwined, with Shul. Of course Shul was also walk Angel. Sark figured it would be fun to go out together. He considered going in his human form but... he felt like that would be a bad idea. Simply put, he had a...

By the time an hour had passed, absolutely everyone in the station knew the absolutely ridiculous twist in the case. Xavier had been arrested. He'd been sentenced. He'd died in a tragic accident. And then he'd come back as a freaking mermaid. Sudden species transformations weren't exactly...

It had taken almost a full month, but there he was, finally delivering the books he'd promised to Celeste. It had been a busy month. Between the Halcyonites coming through, and then all this shit with the hate crime at the school, Angelo had been kept good and busy. He couldn't even say that...

Cornelius Choróin He sat upon a fallen log, having called a few of the competitors to that location at the time. There were, unsurprisingly, quite a few people with perfect scores in the tournament. Hopefully, it would be up to them who would win the ultimate prize. If not, Cornelius had to...

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Eon's challenge was, by that point, pretty well known. They were, if rumor was to be believed, making the same challenge to more or less anyone: Catch him. Which was easier said than done. He was a shapeshifting, teleporting cat last Angelo had heard, and the teleporting part of that alone...

Rory had needed to talk to Officer Genovese sing before her talk with Jude. Then she'd promised her best friend she'd do it after their talk, but she'd been busy worrying about everyone. So, she was finally getting around to that promise. Not a home though, she was sick of sitting around the...

Challenges. His first challenge had been very firmly not physical, which was a bit of a shame. His second? Well, he wasn't planning to do that many (he wasn't off work for that much longer), but he still wanted to get some actual competition. It had been easy enough to find a few people at work...

"Right this way, my dear, Miss Forestier," Mr. Parsons said kindly as he politely held open the door to the department store. "Your challenge should be here soon. The second floor, I believe," he said as he took Celeste by the arm as any gentlemen might do and escorted her to the second floor...

Angelo looked tired as he sat outside internal affairs, his head in his hands as he tried to juggle a dozen different tasks at once. He'd handed the crime scene off to another sergeant, reporting back to headquarters to make his reports. The scene. What had happened with Broen. Most of all, what...

Bullet wounds suck. That was a fact that Broen wouldn't try and sugarcoat for himself. But lying in a hospital room, all sterile white with stitches in his side, he was wholly not focused on how much he hurt. His thoughts were split between two different sensations. One thing suddenly returned...

It was still early afternoon and Celeste had just finished talking to her father. Raphael had stopped by the house, and the two had caught up on how she was doing and why he was on the island. He had informed Celeste about Zoraida, not liking the fact that his daughter had been kept in the dark...

Raphael had never been invited to Angelo's house before. They were on good terms at work, sure, but they weren't that close. That was why the invitation caught him by surprise. Plus, something was a little off about the way Angelo was asking him to meet him. It was just kind of... shifty. He...

Broen was as dressed up as he could be without looking too much like a hitman. Khakis and a polo shirt today, and just enough of a comb through his hair that you could tell. He had the burner phone from Nick's visit in his pocket, turned off with the battery removed. Just in case. This was...

As usual, the police department was busy with many incidents occuring throughout do to misunderstanding of culture, race disbutes and - of course criminal investigations. Inside was a buzz with conversations, some from police officer to police officer, but others were the words of panic and...

Brünhild walked down the street with a bag slung over her shoulder, containing her workout gear. She was navigating her way to a gym her co-worker had recommended, since she needed a place to exercise outside of her workplace's training room. And runs around the island could only get her that...

Oh boy. Interviews were generally not his job. Like, it was a thing, but it wasn't something he did pretty often. Generally it was responding, being first on scene, but sometimes it extended past that. Angelo had been, while not the first on scene, pretty close to the first. He'd been there as...