Are There Any NSA Documents About 911?

She kept one secret for four years. He walked back in and bought her silence, her office, and every exit she had planned. Nia Calloway built her life deliberately, her career, her apartment, her routines, all of it constructed with the specific precision of a woman who had once lost everything and refused to do it again. She is good at her job. She is a devoted mother. She has not thought about Darian Ashford more than once a day in at least a year. That changes on a Monday morning when his company acquires the firm she works for and he walks into her all-hands meeting like a verdict she never appealed. He doesn't know about Seren. Nia has made sure of that for four years. But proximity has a way of eroding even the most carefully maintained defenses and their daughter has her father's eyes. UNDISCLOSED is a story about the things people choose not to say, the damage that silence does over time, and whether two people who built something real on a foundation that was poisoned from the beginning can find a way to start from the ground.

"Max DiSalvo gave his entire life to the SEALs. He would have married—he certainly enjoyed women—but he never could find one who understood his dedication to the Teams. It takes a certain caliber of woman to be a SEAL wife. Now, at 48, he is out of the SEALs, running his own commercial fishing company in Maine where he grew up, and waiting for his assignments from DHS.Regan Shaw, a SEAL widow, is an Intelligence Operations Specialist with DHS. Part of her job is analyzing information to assess threats, and she’s discovered a doozy—there is a secret group of very wealthy people who are smuggling terrorists into the country. And word has come down that a high-level member of the government is clearing the way for them.The group is about to have one of its executive meetings at an exclusive resort in Texas, and that’s where DHS is sending the two of them.SEAL Undercover is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

A mysterious murder that leaves no traces nor evidences happened in Rhode Island with John Liberta as the suspect. This case leads to another murder cases, happened in Rhode Island and New York. Police and public believes that these cases have no correlations at all since John, the suspect from previous, has been imprisoned. However Mrs. Nina Holland, public detective who takes over this case puts some suspicion if perhaps this is a serial murder case with a motive. Yet the investigations done aren’t doing any progress and just gets way more complicated. When Nina finally suspect someone who is found to be always at the crime scene when a murder happened although publics are against it, will Nina able to find evidences for that? Is it really John Liberta? Will the truth behind ever be revealed? Who is the REAL PSYCHOPATH and who are the VICTIMS all along?

When the mission ends, the real war begins. Captain Jack McCormack has lost everything that mattered. His partner, Lieutenant Michelle Richards, was killed during a covert operation in Iraq—her death a brutal reminder that even the best can fall. Months later, his ASIO team—friends, family in all but name—were systematically executed during a routine bonding session at a suburban paintball park. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message. Now isolated and hollowed out by grief, Jack tries to disappear into the shadows. But when a dangerous new synthetic drug called Supernatural starts flooding the city streets, he’s forced back into action. Jack knows this drug. He’s seen what it can do—what it did before, in a mission buried so deep it was meant to stay forgotten. With ASIO compromised and political forces tying his hands, Jack turns to the only people he can trust—his retired SAS brothers, elite operators with scars of their own. Together, they launch a black-ops investigation to uncover who’s behind Supernatural… and why the same shadows keep reaching into their past. But some ghosts aren’t just memories. Some are still alive.

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her