Blue Bloods: Jack Boyle Dead Novels & Stories

He picked up after the second ring. “Margarette,” he greeted, his voice as steady as ever. “What’s going on? Did Jacob find something?” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I needed to say. “Justin’s dead, Jack. There’s no doubt about it anymore. Jacob found proof that his body was recovered by the Montefalcos. He’s been dead for months.” Jack was silent for a moment, clearly processing the news. “I see,” he finally said. “That should give you some peace, right?”

relying on my brother’s capability managing such situations before. Afterwards, I found myself standing amidst the debris of my meticulously planned partnership with Victor and Noah. The ultimate revelation that Mary had killed Jack was the pinnacle point of our complex scheme. Just two days before it all went down, Jack surprisingly reached out to me claiming he possessed evidence implicating me in Johnson's murder and drug dealing operations - backing up his words were undeniably compelling photographic proofs.

I said, "Colt, why don't we go inside? I'll cook you some breakfast..." His face darkened and said, "I don't want to eat anything. Tell me what happened to Jack." "You might want to sit down..." I said. He interrupted me and said, "Tell me what happened to..." "He's dead," Darren cut him short, "He was killed by the vampire. When we found him, he had already passed away. We buried him in the yard. If you want, you can come inside and take a look at his grave..." Darren didn't finish his speech before Colt fainted on the ground.

“No way. You’ve faked your death to deceive me and Cameron. Can you not act so childishly all the time?” His shameless words infuriated me, and I suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Jack froze, staring at the blood on his hands in shock. After a long pause, he went mad, scooping me up and running out the door. In the ambulance, he desperately tried to stop the bleeding. But all he could do was watch as half of his shirt became soaked in my blood.

“Doing OK?” Ace nodded, then stepped aside. “In the kitchen.” King and Jack entered the cabin, took a cursory look around. They weren’t there to admire the décor or do an inspection. They were there to cover up a murder, and they all knew it. Kirk Jensen’s body was lying face-down on the blood-splattered floor. King and Jack stood above it, their heads cocked to the side. “Chest shot?” King said. “Yeah.” Ace rubbed his own chest absently. “Dead center, actually.”

"What else?" Jerome hesitates a second. That tells me the next part hits big. "Harlan is dead, boss. Killed quietly months ago. No big announcement. Just found in his own house, throat cut clean. Happened the same night we pulled Alice and Gabe from Jackal's underground race." I sit up straighter. That date sticks clear. I remember the blood, the rain, Alice crashing her bike that night. "Too convenient," I mutter. I rub my jaw, feel the stubble rough under my fingers.

Or perhaps… …the consequence simply hadn’t arrived yet? Of course, I kept these concerns to myself, not silly enough to voice them to either of my childhood friends. For one, Jack barely knew the truth of my situation, and Jaxon— I glanced at him. He was still sulking. —well. That required no further explanation. “I think I’ve told you everything I know,” Jack said suddenly, breaking the silence. She gestured toward the motionless corpse. “But just to be safe, I’ll take his blood and run comprehensive tests.”