Brett Willis Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

Nora had known him for a while, but they had been keeping their relationship quiet. "What are you doing here?" Nora asked, walking up to him. "Your assistant said I'd find you here," Brett said. "I hope that's okay." "I'm just finishing up some work for Killian," Nora said. "Is there something going on at the courthouse?" Brett shook his head. "No, nothing like that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small. When he opened his hand, Nora could see it was a ticket. "I was wondering," Brett said, holding out the ticket to her, "if you'd like to follow me to a Taylor Swift concert."

"His name is Brent Cummings he has also been known as Professor Michael Evans, Officer Jack Robertson, and Dr. Tucker Gillian. We already have his vehcile in processing as wer speak. We also know that there was a gentleman in here inquiring about Sierra's whereabouts before she went missing. Remember that Brent Cummings is extremely dangerous, if he is spotted don't go after him alone, call for back up and wait for them to arrive! I can not stress this enough, this guy is the number one suspect in the God of Torture killings, please watch each others backs! You are dismissed." Mack was getting very restless when his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling him but instead of a call

Brett hung up the phone amidst Carissa's cries. He lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and pulled out the phone card. He lit it with a lighter and flushed the remaining ashes down the toilet. After he finished, Parker and his men rushed in. Brett didn't struggle and let Parker's men handcuff him. They took him to the interrogation room. Brett admitted that he and Estela had planned the whole thing, except for the part involving Carissa. Parker and Wilson were surprised that Brett had confessed so easily. They thought they would have to use a lot of persuasion.

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

Detective Won happily uttered. "How does that helped?" Collin asked with such confusion. Who would get a lead from the victim's wallet that fell on the ground? "Let's say that we have pairs of eyes in the crowd of hell." ■■■ That night at the parking lot... "What's up, doc? I hope you're eating apple everyday." Boss Klyde McMarrow menacingly uttered to the old man before looking at the undercover agent Ricochet "Rig" Zimmerman. Working for years just to track all the illegal activities Klyde McMarrow does. "Check him." He ordered to him and he immediately obey.

“Listen, either your best friend or your girl is our traitor. You better figure it out before the blind spots in your vision cost someone around here their life. And now I’m leaving.” Jett snarls a curse, jaw clenched, and casts a furious glance away. Then he freezes. “Holy shit. What is this?” I follow the other guy’s line of vision and glance at the TV. I nearly roll my eyes in disgust at the tabloid program on the screen. Why should I give a shit that very famous bombshell Shealyn West is kissing some random dick who clearly isn’t her co-star and reported offscreen lover, Tower Trent? Except…this isn’t a scene from a TV show and it isn’t a mere press of lips. It is a full-on, ravenous inv

"What are you looking at?" Kevin Kyle came over and asked worriedly when he saw Karen Daly staring at the distance. "Nothing." Karen shook her head, unwilling to tell Kevin, because she knew that Kevin had something to do with Wilis Corporation's fall from grace. Wilis Corporation went under and Mr. Wilis committed suicide. Mr. Wilis got what he deserved and that was enough. As for Kristine Daly... Karen was happy for her when she saw that Kristine was alive and had a young child with her. Regardless of the child's background, Karen was still happy for her.

My heart thudded hard in my chest as I clicked open the first folder. Video files filled the screen. I opened the first one, and Killian’s voice came through. It was grainy, recorded secretly. He was talking to someone—Rhett’s company accountant. The man was sweating, shifting nervously. “You think Rhett knows you’re taking bribes from the southern faction?” Killian’s tone was cold, commanding. “Because I’ve got evidence that can burn your whole family if you lie to me.” The man swore and begged, confirming every suspicion. It went on like that—more files, more conversations. Killian was investigating, digging into the corruption crawling inside Rhett’s own system. He wasn’t the enemy; he wa

The reporters obediently kept their cameras and microphones away. Jake walked down the stairs and approached Kendry. “Are you Mr. Kendry Willis?” Kendry was flattered. “Yes, I am.” “Mr. Willis wanted to meet you yesterday, but he didn’t have the time. Mr. Willis, please follow me,” Jake said respectfully. When the crowd on the site heard Jake’s words, they subconsciously went into an uproar. “I heard that the Willis family offended Winters Corporation from Sea City. Looks like it’s true.”

With shaky hands, she turned on the tv and switched to the warranted channel. "MR Corporation Owner and widow of the late Dominic Heath is pregnant and far along so. Sources found the billion-dollar mother to be in the small quiet town of Whispering Creek Montana and that's not the only thing that has been quiet." A picture of Killian and Mikel strolling along the street in all smiles. Another popped up with Killian kissing her head and holding her close with a smile on his face. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" "...Baby on board," Kelsey admonished distractedly. She did not see this development coming. Someone took out a tabloid on both her best friend and brother. Who will be so stupid to do so?