Novels by Amber Tee

Donald’s POVI can't shake off the eerry feeling when i walk in through the alley. It's quiet and empty. The only street light available flashes on and off. I slow my pace, one hand already inside my jacket, my fingers brush the cold metal of my gun.Something’s off.Then I see her.Rebecca stands halfway down the alley, framed by the yellow glow of a dying bulb. Her coat is too thin for the cold; her hair clings to her face. She’s holding a folder tight against her chest like it’s shielding her from the cold. Tears run down her cheeks.“Rebecca!,” I yell, and before I can stop myself, I’m walking toward her.She looks up, as if she didn’t believe I would actually come.“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t have called you.”I stop a few feet away. “You said you needed help.”She nods, trembling. “I do. But you have to sign this first.”Her hands shake as she lifts the folder toward me. “If you don’t… you can’t leave, Donald. Please. Just sign it.”The air suddenly feels contamin

Twelve days later.It’s been a week since the break-up. The house feels calmer even lonely, even though it’s never been a noisy place. I keep the television on sometimes just so the silence doesn’t swallow me whole.Tomorrow is the operation. Two months of planning, thirty years of waiting, and decades of grief will end in a few hours.This is it.The sting of the evening air hits my face as I push open the balcony door. The sky is a fading blue, purple and grey. I’m still in the same plaid shirt I’ve worn all day, sleeves rolled up, my collar is damp with sweat.I can’t tell if the heat is from the weather or from my nerves.My hands grip the rail. From up here I can see the city stretching. , the roads running like veins. Somewhere out there, Delmont is breathing, planning, unaware that the people he buried are coming for him.“This is for you, Mum,” I whisper.“For you, Dad.”The words feel heavy on my tongue, almost foreign. I’ve said them a hundred times in my head, but tonight t

Rebecca POV The second time I open my eyes, I feel a lot better. The hospital is filled with beeping noises and that smell of disinfectant. My body feels sore. Mum is still seated. It’s like she didn’t move. “Becky” she says lightly. “How are you?” I sit up slowly. Cupping my head with my hand. “What…what happened” I ask. “Oh Becky” she says “you got run over by a car and hit your head hard” I sit for while trying to process the information. Then I remember. The noise from the car just before it hit me. “Mum… promise me you won’t tell Donald about….” I gesture to my stomach. “Why honey…?” She says. Rubbing my arms. Look of worry plastered on her face. “and why didn’t you tell me?” “Mum…” I sob “Sssh” you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too. “Donald is far dangerous than I thought…he’s involved in terrible things and he used me mum” a tear rolls down my face. She brushes it away gently. “It’s okay, darling…don’t talk about it…” She p

Mikes POV I couldn’t be more happier about the news. Donald looks like he’s heart has been ripped into pieces. Though he’s trying to hide it. He will get over it. But for now, we have business to take care of. When I walk into the room. Bianca is by the doorway. Holding a mug and blowing into it. She’s wearing a white robe. She doesn’t look up when I walk in. “You don’t trust me do you?” She asks without looking up. “I don’t trust anyone B” I say tossing my car keys on the couch. She’s silent. She stirs the tea around with the spoon. I watch her. I can hear the metal clicking against the ceramic. “It’s funny because I don’t trust you too, but here I am” I say nothing. “You might not understand the weight of what I just did” she says finally. “An agent doesn’t turn on a mission. Not unless she’s ready to be buried by the people she worked for. But I did. I didn’t just cross a line, Mike, I burned the map.”She looks at me now, her fingers tightening around the mug and the

Rebecca’s POVWhen I run out, I don’t go straight home. I drive. Tears running down my face, struggling to see the road through my glassy eyes. Then I pull up at the office. It’s getting late and the weather is cold. I pack my car farther across the road, behind a tinted delivery van away from the staff entrance. I don’t want anyone to know I came around today. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and wrap my coat around me. Inside,the building is silent. The type that only exists after hours, when most staff have gone home and the only signs of life are the noise of the severs still running. I nod at the janitor on the second floor. He gives me a long look but says nothing.My badge still works.I didn’t plan this.I swear I didn’t.But my body moves like it’s been waiting for this all along.I take the elevator up to the sixth floor. Where the real files are kept. Not the ones clients see. Not the ones we show in court.The confidential records department.Sealed, Secured

Donalds POVWhen I walk into mikes house. The house is quiet. He’s sitting on the arm of the chair. The air feels heavy and it smells of whiskey and something burnt.‘aunt he tried to cook again. Bianca is no where in site. He is deep in thought. “Mike!” I call out. He stands up immediately. “We need to talk” I say He takes a moment, glances at the hallway briefly. “Let’s go for a drive” He doesn’t speak until we are ten minutes out. Just the sound of gravel as we drive over the concrete. We pull off at an abandoned gas station, he kills the engine but leaves the music on and leaves the window slightly open. “I ended it,” I say after a moment.He doesn’t look surprised. Doesn’t ask who.“Rebecca,” I clarify. “It’s done.”Mike smirks. “Finally. I was starting to think you wanted to get buried wearing the Montclair name.”I let that jab slide. I’ve already buried enough.“She was never part of the plan,” I say quietly.“No,” he says, dryly. “But you started acting like she was