Novel & Cerita Brett Willis Kc Undercover

There came a short knock on the door before it creaked open and then Brett walked in. "All the guys at the parking site were arrested," he said. "But the officer in charge is Officer Mike, you don't have to worry, he'll find a way to sweep this under the carpet," he said. "But for now some detective will come in to interrogate you" he continued. "We signed a nondisclosure agreement with these people before this, actually they have no idea if you're affiliated with this or not " "Were you there when this happened?!"David asked. "No, just the coordinators, and be rest assured they have no words to say, they're our guys," he said and David exhaled in relief.

“How the fuck are you calling me from prison?” Marcus leaned closer to the camera, eyes gleaming. “I have friends everywhere. Even in here. Listen carefully: your mother isn’t safe. Ray had a partner. Someone who’s been feeding information to both sides for months. Someone who’s been in your apartment, your penthouse, your sister’s school.” Cedric’s blood ran ice cold. “Who?” Marcus’s smile widened, slow and vicious. “You’ve already met him. His name is Brett.” The screen went black.

And the photograph proved it. "Kansas City," Marcos said simply. "Eleven years ago. You were thirty one. Working a private case for a client whose name I won't say out loud." He paused. "Senator Halverson never made it home that night. And nobody ever connected it to you." He picked his phone back up and put it away. "Until now." The office went very quiet. Brett sat down slowly. Like his legs had made the decision before the rest of him caught up.

“How do you know all this?” “I hacked into Langton’s personal email and phone. They have been involved with each other for over three years. His dad, though, has worked with the Cartel for ten years. They set you up. The department didn’t authorise you to go undercover, so they found out and fired you. I have removed the warrants on you.” “What warrants?” “Murder, reckless endangerment. Use of a deadly weapon, possession with intent, oh and a DUI.” My blood boils. Fucking murder?

What he hadn’t expected was the swarm of reporters crowding the SunCity Central Police headquarters, all fighting for an exclusive story about the man now suspected of being one of the key figures behind the massive losses suffered by Callister Group. Not the CEO. But a commissioner—someone who had held significant power behind the scenes. “I just completed a long trip,” Bret said stiffly. “Can’t I rest first?” The two officers exchanged faint smiles. “We’d like to rest too, Mr. Bret,” one replied calmly. “But it seems the charges against you need to be addressed immediately.” Bret snorted in annoyance. Still handcuffed, he stepped into the interrogation room and sat down reluctantly, eyeing

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

"Still won't give up until you hit the wall, huh? Last month's raid at the Nightfall Club, operation codename 'Thunderstrike'... You were wearing those tight leather pants, hiding in the bathroom of Room 302. That was you, wasn't it?" Isaac's eyes widened in shock, and his lips trembled as he failed to form a single word. I kept going, hammering him with every word like nails into a coffin. "Your alias was 'Kyle', and you were their top earner. Do you want me to read out your social security number too?" Jake helpfully handed me a police tablet. I swiped through it and pulled up a video, casting it directly to the big TV in the living room. "Since everyone loves watching videos so much, let'

Roger continued, "Director Simpson's sudden assignment wasn't only to evaluate the project team. Her more critical mission was to secretly collect criminal evidence against the corruption ring led by Bradley Jackman! That hard drive was the ironclad proof!" "You three," Roger pointed at Patricia, Tasha, and Vinny, "not only framed your superior and openly engaged in workplace bullying—you personally destroyed the most crucial evidence needed to bring down a corruption syndicate! That makes you accomplices, shielding criminals!" "No! That's not true!" Mr. Jackman screamed like a madman. "Mr. Beckett, this has nothing to do with me! I didn't know anything!" Patricia and the others were terrifi

"Bret Hollis." My eyes flash with recognition. He went to our school. But how did he end up in the cage with Camden? It doesn't make sense. "Debs I-" Camden begins but Debs cuts him off. "No, you don't get to talk. I finally get to talk. All those bullshit contracts and them saying he died of injuries inside the ring when really you murdered him!" This fucking underground, it must have known Camden knew Bret. Just like they knew Chase and I knew each other. They play on our emotions, wanting us to turn from friend to enemy. I want to say it's because it's a bigger pay out, but it feels personal.

This wasn’t just about money. This was personal. And I didn’t know who the hell I’d pissed off enough to come at me like this. --- SERA’S POV I watched the press conference live as Cameron Wiles was led into a courthouse, handcuffed and shaking. The public was eating it up—another corrupt executive exposed, another rich man falling. And just behind him stood a man in a dark coat, taking notes with a furrowed brow. Detective Harris. Of course. He’d picked up the scent, and if there was anyone who could connect the dots, it was him. I needed to be careful. Or better yet, I needed to use him.