Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Novels & Stories

Edward was dead. He had a heart attack after Jenny enraged him, and despite attempts to revive him, he died on the spot. With a heavy heart, I took care of Edward’s funeral arrangements before immediately calling the police. From that day on, Jenny and Marcus Grange, along with those thugs, would pay dearly for what they had done! In the past, I might have let them off the hook out of respect for Edward. However, now that Jenny had killed the only person protecting her and caused her own father’s death, I would make her suffer a thousand times over!

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

She handed me a dark, glazed ceramic bottle and continued, "I can purge the Silver-Tipped Poison from your system if you drink this, but the exchange requires you to forfeit every recollection of your past. Is that something you're willing to accept?" Did that mean I would be able to forget Carl, the Alpha who had once held me dearly but then became my executioner, thrusting me into a living hell? Did that mean I would be able to forget my mate, whose belief in Selena's lies allowed her to steal my life and silently sanction the killing of our pup?

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

she teased, voice breathy. “Not as sweet as you,” he murmured, pulling her into his lap, his hand sliding around her waist as he nipped her earlobe. She squealed in protest, half-laughing, half-aroused—right before he tossed her playfully onto the bed. Suddenly, he froze. His eyes clouded over as he received a mindlink. Darina sat up, watching him. The smile slowly faded from his face. “Jackie’s body was found dead in her cell this morning,” he said.

“How are June and the kids?” “June’s great, the kids are terrorists,” he said and I laughed. “I worry about you, Jericho.” “I’m fine.” Jack nodded and then made his way to the barn where his men would dismember the bodies and transport them away. I went into the laundry room and got a bucket and cleaning supplies. I went down to the basement first and started cleaning the floor where I had killed Andrew and the other man, washing away their blood. There could be nothing to see when Charlotte woke up.

His eyes lingered on my legs, a smile tugging at his lips while we made our way downstairs. As Talon made coffee, I curled up on the couch and scrolled through movie options on my phone. Just as we were about to make our way back to bed, we heard someone walk in the front door. Jake appeared in the doorway, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Morning,” I said hesitantly, “everything okay?” “Just got off the phone with Shadow. They finished their interrogation.” I swallowed, my stomach clenching. “And?” “He’s dead,” Jake said bluntly. “Shadow sent me a recording of the final act, that sick fuck… in case you wanted to watch.”

"The damage is done. The killer got what he wanted. There were two key people who knew his identity. He killed one of them and the other slipped into a coma. Everything turned out in the killer's favor." "So what are you going to do? Just give up?!" I asked. "No. Of course not! The investigation will go on with or without Jack." He squeezed my shoulders in assurance. "Everything is going to be okay. You've gotta be strong." "How could I?" I whispered. My best friend was dead, and the man I loved had slipped into a coma with a possibility that he may never wake up. I didn't think I could remain strong much longer. I was alone in this, and the killer was out there.

Riccardo said and she nodded then she cleaned her eyes and pretended to pull herself so she could start talking again. "Deborah how was Mr Castillo murdered?" Riccardo asked. "I saw him get stabbed repeatedly" I noticed Alicia looked at her alliances to confirm if she was saying the truth and they nodded which made her clench her jaw in fury. "Where did you go after the scene?" Riccardo asked.