Brash Investigators Novels & Stories

A Shining One if they were unlucky owned it. Paranoia or survival instinct. “Someone respond tell me you hear me.” They could hear the Barghest still digging but not see it. “We’re on our way. Be there in a few minutes. Just keep your heads down and stay quiet.” It was David the fighting instructor and Farah another enforcer. She was young and that’s why Yolanda grouped her with David. “We’re right behind them be there in a second.” It was Gus and his ‘we’ meant his partner were coming with him, Bill, and Franklin. They were the pack investigators and interrogators. They did most of the sleezy jobs.

My hand found Elena’s, muscles coiling, ready to run. “Adrian Blackwood?” the woman called out, her voice calm but projecting. “Don’t run. Please. I’m not here to hurt you.” We froze, every instinct screaming to bolt, but curiosity and a bone-deep exhaustion kept us rooted in place. She stopped a respectful distance away, her hands visible and empty, her posture non-threatening. “My name is Sarah Walsh. I’m an investigative reporter with the New York Times.” A reporter. “I’ve been investigating Alexei Zakharov and the Bratva for two years,” she continued, her eyes shifting between us. “I know what happened at the wedding. I know you were working with the FBI. And I know you’re running.”