Billy Hargrove Lifeguard Novels & Stories

With one last intake of breath, I stepped into the chamber in front of me, hailing a small nod and a wink from the lifeguard in front of me. The guy, however, was soon given a deathly glare by Josh as his hand brushed my shoulder to help me on the ride. I already guessed that it wouldn't help Josh's temperament with the lack of clothing I was wearing and the suggestive manner of the lifeguard in front of us. "Best of luck." Josh sobered up quickly when I sent him a warning look as he joked with Harvey, Tom and Tyler beside him, each of them seemingly proud that I'd actually decided to do this.

She had been a lifeguard all her life, waiting to save others, but Bentley Hilton was the only one who had ever truly seen her. "I’m never going to keep you waiting again," she said. "Hold on, Let me go grab a few more of things, I will be back in five minutes"

"We finished this. I watched you solder these joints, Kira." "Someone shredded them," Kira whispered, her hands shaking as she pointed to the wall. "This wasn't an accident, this was deliberate." "A bit of a setback, I see," Hargrove said. His voice was like silk over a razor blade cutting through it. We spun around. Mr Harlan Hargrove stood there, looking far too comfortable for a man standing in a disaster zone. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his charcoal suit, looking entirely too calm. Beside him stood the supervisor, Miller, who wouldn't look any of us in the eye.

Hargrove had hit the emergency escape button and was scrambling out through the hidden passageway. "I want them surrounded, dead or alive!" Mr. Hargrove's hysterical roar echoed from the tunnel. Half an hour later, dozens of armored vehicles had completely surrounded the Hargrove residence. Rows of heavily armed special police and riot squads were outside, their dark gun barrels locked tightly onto the main entrance.

After asking the woman beside him the time and place of the competition, Harvey casually went there. When he almost arrived at the stage, someone spoke up confusedly. “Harvey? What are you doing here?” Harvey thought the voice sounded familiar when he turned around. Billie Higgs and Whitley Cobb were seen standing on the side. A few people who seemed like bodyguards were also around them. Billie and Whitley seemed excited. Whitley even considered using the opportunity to bring Harvey closer to her daughter. Then again, Harlan Higgs had a different idea.

AGAIN. The lifeguard followed her eyes and saw Arte doing stretches in the water. His eyes blazed with fury, as if he knew the truth. Fucking Ebony and that innocent act she put on! "Referee! I request that either the white Rivers team be disqualified or just Arte Jones!" Arte stiffened and stopped stretching, bringing her eyes to the lifeguard. I held my breath, already feeling that icy attitude of my best friends before she even opened her mouth.

She didn't even glance at Brian, who was held down by the security guard, and only the triumphant face of Billy entered her vision. Everyone's eyes were glued to the figure. Such an embarrassing thing happened to her on such an occasion, but the petite and charming figure was still full of pride and strength. After Hilda got on the stage, she stood under the spotlight and glanced down at the exquisite 'Starry Night' on the neck of the female Husky. Raising her hand, she murmured, "Give me the microphone and I will give you an explanation." Billy gave a smirk and asked the staff to bring over the microphone. He wanted to see what a brand that had gone bankrupt could do at such a moment.

another staff member echoed. Greg’s gaze landed on the lifeguard. “You were here the whole time, weren’t you? Did you see anyone take it?” The lifeguard raised both hands helplessly. “I only stepped away to use the restroom for a few minutes. When I left, it was just Manager Harlow and the boy here at the pool. No one else came in.” “Hmph.” Imogen lifted her chin with a smug tilt, turning to Ava. “You heard that, didn’t you? It was just the two of us. So unless my phone suddenly grew legs and walked off, who else could have taken it?”

"He thought of everything." "He thought of you," I said. She turned. Looked at me. At the lighthouse on the cliff. "We need to call Reeves," she said and I agreed. The balloon drifted on the wind. The lighthouse waited on its cliff. Edwin Hargrove's trail, longer than anyone had known, still unfolding.