Brett Willis Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

Caleb called just after nine, while I was standing in Rita’s kitchen waiting for the coffee machine to spit out something resembling a lifeline. I answered on the second ring. “Tell me you’ve got something.” “I’ve got something,” he chuckled, and there was that slight edge of satisfaction in his voice, the sound of a man who liked being right more than he liked being thanked. “Your club footage? I traced the pull to a former security guard. The name’s Bryan Keats.”

Little did she know, it was Brett who had inadvertently led Lanceil to uncover the truth. Brett decided to keep some information to himself. He walked over and settled on the couch, motioning for her to sit beside him. However, the young lady opted for the couch opposite him. Brett ignored it, cleared his throat, and carried on. “Now that Lanceil is aware of our plan, there's no point in continuing our agreement. I'm ending our contract,” he declared. “Stay out of it, Agatha.” Agatha met his gaze and simply replied, “No.”

Saturday, the 14th of May. 10:34 am. The whole thing had gone south and totally not as how they had envisioned it to turn out, they had gone there just to make an inquiry and an arrest and had ended up not making any inquiry, arresting Chester Hunt and a police woman down. In the whole frenzy that had ensured earlier with Tia ripping out the face mask, one of grand father’s body guards had fired a shot in defense of Chester and that had hit Tia in the shoulder, bringing her down.

She and Si answered all of them. George and Kevin would be the backup crew, monitoring any calls from the special phones Max and Regan would have if they couldn't get through to Si, and constantly in touch with any resources they might need. They were also working with an unexpected bonus on the ground. In checking all key personnel in the area, he'd discovered that Lou Valenti, the county sheriff, was also a former SEAL. He'd gotten clearance to be read in, and the man had nearly been shocked out of his shorts.

Reporters were holding out mics and cameras, trying to invade our living room but mom and Karen were trying their very best to keep them out. The moment they sighted me, they quickly turned their cameras to my direction and fired their tons of questions at me. "Kaitlyn Grey.. is it true that you're married to Wesley Cooper? Is it true that you blackmailed him? Is it true that you're a criminal? Is it true that the both of you have been putting on a show this entire time? Is it true that you both lied to your family and friends? Is it true that Wesley managed to lure you into his trap? Is it true that you dressed naked just to appease him?

Keith didn't continue either, just kept staring at the surveillance footage. If what Evan said was true, then Lillian was highly likely aiming for the Nelson Family Group's underground market trading rights overseas! Shirley's mind was filled with all sorts of messy thoughts, but when she heard Keith make a phone call, she snapped out of it. "We can close the net now," Keith said flatly. "Save today's recordings and we need to make sure Mr. Flores enjoys them." After saying this, Keith hung up the phone and drove away with Shirley.

Then she kissed Alex on the cheek. “Would you look at that,” Kelly remarked, shaking her head as she watched the large LCD television across the room. Everyone turned to look at the TV. On the screen was a mug shot of Kyle Shore and Michael Marcelo. Then it cut to a pretty journalist with a microphone. She was in front of the courthouse.

Now he was the only family Paxton claimed. Silas grinned. "Thought I saw a bug." "Asshole." Paxton snorted. "Nerd." Brett Jones twisted in his seat and glared back at the two of them. Chances were they'd gotten carried away on that last flight after one too many drinks. "You're both asshole nerds," He said. Brett was a former CIA agent and current fresh meat recruit seeing as he'd gotten fired after helping one of Aegis' own save his girlfriend from a tight spot.

Therefore, sitting here has suddenly became so unentertaining. “It’s boring,” Brett said. He closed the folder, and he leaned on his desk. With his cheek on the table, his finger tapped his phone and unlocked the screen multiple times. Until now, he’s waiting for either Chandler or Adam to call him. ‘Serious. Until when they are going to stay like this?’ Speaking of Adam, Brett remembered that he sold him out by telling his sister where Adam lives and what’s the passcode in his house. “My sister did not rape Adam, right?” he asked, and bit his lips because he thought that it might be possible.

That meant whoever he was, he wasn’t supposed to die or worse, he was. And if that was the case, it was only the beginning. I needed more than muscle. More than a cleanup crew or the kind of guys who could make a body vanish. I needed someone who traded in information, who kept their ear to the ground and their hands in all the dirt the city had to offer. I called Kellan Bishop. A tech freak with too much paranoia and too little hygiene, Kellan lived off-grid in a warehouse rigged like Fort Knox. He dealt in surveillance footage, police scanner frequencies, and secrets people didn’t even know they’d let slip.