Agent Reid Novels & Stories

Brian sneered. "Who?" I croaked out as bile rose in my throat, making it hard to breathe. "Oh, you know. I think his name is Dylan Reed. Ring any bells?" Brian cackled in an inhumane manner. I gulped down the rising bile, "You wouldn't," my voice sounded deflated and mortified. "Oh yes, I would. Remember that car was gifted to you by me and it is fully equipped with tracking services. I've noticed you've been spending far too much time with that pauper," Brian hissed.

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

"We stay right here." And as the night fell over the ocean, Cale Rion, the former Reaper, sat at the new desk and watched his husband write, surrounded by the smell of paint and the sound of the sea, and he knew that for the first time in eternity, the count was zero, but the ledger was full.

They headed straight for the center of the room. "Arthur Reed," the lead agent announced, his voice booming over the crowd. "You are under arrest for environmental racketeering, corporate fraud, and evidence tampering." The flashes went wild. Reporters scrambled, knocking over chairs to get a shot of the elder Reed. His composure didn't just crack; it shattered. His face turned a sickly shade of grey as the handcuffs clicked shut over his wrists. He looked at the cameras, then at the crowd, his mouth hanging open in a silent, humiliated gasp.

Painting over it, nailing it shut and making it ours. Gavin held up a clump of polished river stones like treasure. “Look, Mommy! I’m hiding these in the corner. Don’t tell anyone!” I smiled, a little hollowly. “Your secret’s safe with me, mountain lion.” Then I heard a soft knock against the wooden base below then three distinct, familiar raps. Reid. A moment later, his head appeared through the hatch and he climbed in, boots silent on the floor. He was holding a folded piece of paper in one hand, the edges curled from wear. His other hand rested lightly on the dagger at his hip, like always.

Later that evening, Reid stood on the terrace of the security firm’s rooftop office, a cigarette between his fingers, something he hadn’t touched in almost a year. The wind tore through his jacket. But he didn’t feel the cold. He watched the city lights burn like fireflies below. He didn’t know what tomorrow would look like. But he knew one thing for sure. If Luca Virelli thought his big declaration of truth gave him a clean slate, he was wrong. Because Reid had fought for Asher too.

Hunter's POV "Sinclair. Been a while. I heard about your wife, I'm sorry, man. I was going to reach out but wanted to give you some time." "Thank you. Helena is part of the reason for my call. I need information," I said, needing to cut to the chase. Reid didn't do small talk anyway, a former FBI, now private investigator, the kind who knew how to find things people wanted buried. I had used him over the last five years for business reasons mostly. "About a doctor who approved a surrogate arrangement for us."

It was as if Reed’s station were being robbed, but the moment the woman’s eyes laid across to where he was, Reed saw a recognition, and who was he to forget who Agatha was? “Chief.” Even so, he show his respect, when she had gotten closer at him. “Detective.” Agatha briefly uttered. “What this is all about?” Reed gestured to her men, which he wasn’t expecting even on the slightest. “I didn’t know that there would be a reunion that were too soon.” He added as a joke, but nobody laugh. Reed cleared his throat. “So?” Anticipated, he added. “We are here to conduct the law, detective.” Agatha meaningfully said. “We are looking for Gerry Ortega, which according to our sources is one of the officer

"I know. The Ross' always go over top. Listen, cancel that deal with her. I'll pay you any amount you want to help her get those kids out. Where are they anyway?" "The small one's at St. Agatha's orphanage for girls. And the brother, I'm not sure." Andres arrived with the car and Tony stood up. "Do we have a deal?" "I want an additional two million on our monthly deal." "Done. My lawyer will call you." Tony moved toward the backseat of the car and paused before going in. "Why are you helping this woman? You like her?" "Something like that. Don't tell her about this deal of ours, okay? Call her now and tell her you want her to spy on me instead. And order her to make me fall in love with her.

He told me stubbornly. I followed him inside, and Mrs. West immediately enfolded me in her embrace. “We missed you, boy.” I felt the warmth of her hug. “Hmp!” I tried to ward off her arms, but she wouldn’t let me. “Don’t you start crying, Mrs. West,” I warned before she released me. I went back to my room after that because my phone rang. It was Greg. “His name is Reynold Sparks, owner of RS Surveillance and Security Agency, one of the leading security agencies in the country. He used to hang around with your wife during college.” Greg informed me.