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What puzzling me the most was the black car that could have killed her instantly. Jerome found the number bizarre at first look. He traced the plate number this morning, but we found out that it wasn’t even registered.

Connor confirmed my suspicion. And it dawned on me Ryan must have hurt Danre because he helped me! “But I don't think you should,” Xavier added. “Is everything fine, what's wrong with everyone glancing at each other?” Felicity was confused too. “If anyone is going to tell her it should be me.” Lisa gestured with her hands. “Why you?” Liam frowned. The suspense is killing me and I prayed that both of them wouldn't argue about who would spill the beans. “Because.” Lisa poked the berries on the plate. “We are best buddies.” She smirked at me.

I had to believe in the system. “More like an assassin for hire. Linked to one of the biggest crime families in the world. He is one dangerous man. I don’t even want to think of you in the same room as him. I've got no idea why he came over here to continue his little murder spree, but I wish he had stayed in America.” I did a double take. “American?” Annie gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you never do any digging Taylor. It's like you're not a girl at all. He’s from America. No one knows what business he has over here but I'm betting it's not anything good. Especially if someone ended up dead.”

Casie felt the familiar weight of her service weapon at her hip—a grounding reminder that despite everything that had happened, she was still a cop with a job to do. "Mendoza always did have uncanny timing with case assignments," she admitted, pressing the button for the top floor. "I thought it was just good instincts." "Good instincts, or supernatural intelligence networks?" Nathaniel asked, his businessman's mind already working through the implications. "If the Council has been monitoring supernatural crimes through human law enforcement, how deep does this go?" Rick's newly awakened senses picked up on Casie's spike of anxiety before she consciously felt it herself. Through their bond,

Sheriff Lindsay Gold sat down at her desk and looked at the stack of files that had been left for her. Each one of them contained a report about the weirdness taking place in the county. She had thought that it was all due to the incident on the base, but now she knew it was far more than that. As she logged into her computer and picked up the first file on the stack, Little Bob came walking into her office carrying two cups of coffee. He balanced on one foot as he pushed her office door closed with the other. He walked over to her desk and set a cup in front of her before taking a seat in the chair across from her.

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

He leaned against the frame of the window and looked at all those people. Billionaires. Most of them in the government and upper class societies. Some of them were criminals, but many others weren’t . And maybe each one of them had their reasons for what they were doing. Mike had never thought this up to this point but before he could persuade himself that he wasn’t changing and no- he was never going to be on their side, he heard movement behind himself and acted on instinct. He grabbed the dark fugure and pressed the man to the wall, gun already pointed at the stranger’s head.

I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.”