Best Dennis Lehane Novel Novels & Stories

"The old man is going to smell blood and come running. He’s going to build his next assault on a lie we handed him. We’re building his casket." Noah slid a black flash drive across the timber. "Bait’s in the water, Boss." Dominic’s eyes narrowed. "Then let's go sharpen the hook." Across town, fluorescent lights buzzed inside the sterile offices of Internal Affairs. Deputy Chief Inspector Adam Leo sat behind her metal desk. Her terminal let out a low, encrypted chime. She opened the file. It was a direct order from Ichiro Takahashi’s Tokyo liaison, routed through a dozen dark web nodes.

"Some people should learn to keep their legs closed before pretending to be victims." I freeze, and my fingers curl into fists. But before I can turn, Dante walks over to her, radiating quiet authority. He bends down to her level and says, "Before you go believing gutter rumors, try thinking. How would a woman with Detective Rose's record and reputation risk it all for something that cheap? And your brain should tell you that her husband got engaged less than a week after the scandal. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you? And that should tell you that Detective Rose is obviously a victim of some foul play."

Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened. That momentary hesitation was all I needed to confirm that he was cheating on me. My hand was unnaturally steady as I held the coffee mug, yet my fingertips had gone white from the pressure. When Vincenzo went down to the basement armory to inspect the weapons, I unlocked his phone using the password I'd obtained with my hacking skills. From the encrypted number, I found the woman in a hidden social media app. Her profile picture is a photo of her taken by the Seranian seaside, with cascading curls framing her sweet, smiling face.

Nothing better than 15 hours on the road to seethe and piss him off even more. Devyn was still nowhere to be found. It was like she jumped into a black hole and no one has seen or heard from her since. Her last known appearance was in New Orleans a few weeks ago, but that was about it. Closing in on New York, he starts getting antsy at seeing Dimitri Baranov after so long. He knew that if any other gangs were leaving dead bodies in Hell’s Kitchen, he would intervene and kill them. So what would Dimitri do?

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

"I only said they deserved to die. I didn't kill them. I hadn't even made my move yet, and they just… died. Like the universe decided enough was enough. "I'm not gonna lie anymore. I wanted to kill them, yes. I planned to. But I never got the chance. I don't know why they died before I even touched them." "Hannah." Alex's voice came again. Not cold this time, but steady. Too steady. I raised my head, eyes stinging, and through the blur, I saw it. He was holding a phone in his hand. The screen was cracked, caked with dirt and dark stains. My heart lurched. It was Mike's phone.

CHAPTER SIX DENNIS POV Up till now I was yet to decide what exactly felt worse—probably cursing out my new boss at a bar to his face even before he had started work as my boss? Or was it sleeping with my new boss just a night before he resumed duties? At least he could fuck. Or maybe it was the way he kept on looking at me as if last night between the both of us had meant something more? No matter how much I pondered over it, I couldn't place them in a scale of preference.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.