Bullseye David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Eventually, the bullying accusations will either fall apart due to lack of evidence, or she’s already found someone to take the fall for it. This kind of thing was nothing new, and since Damon and the others could figure it out, Adele—a smart woman—likely had it covered. Plus, they hadn’t found anything useful just yet. Not getting a reply for a while, Damon sent another message. [If you plan on using this to take down Bailey, it might be tough, but not impossible. I’ll see what I can dig up. There’s always something that gets left behind when people do shady things.] But Hazel wasn’t ignoring him; she was just taking her time thinking things through.

Fortunately, the front yard of the mansion that David bought was big enough, so the team of more than a hundred people only occupied one corner. To prevent the Macee family from doing sneak attacks, David also went out to the yard in advance to wait. “Are you from the Macee family?” David asked. “I am Basil Macee, the head of the Macee family in The Spirit Cage and also the mayor of Sole,” Basil replied. “Are you here to avenge Conway?” “I’m here to investigate the truth of the matter.” Basil’s answer surprised David. Originally, he thought that when the other party arrived, they would attack indiscriminately because this was what some big forces would do.

"Either way, our trap forced his armor to show his true rogue colors today. Dr. Baldwin, your lone wolf is truly my lucky star. Your needles have saved my life time and time again!" "Ms. Hale, your she-wolf should be very careful of your cousin's next move. If my nose is not mistaken, his name likely has highly powerful backing in the deep woods," I warn her seriously. Lydia is startled and asks, "Dr. Baldwin, what have your eyes noticed on the trail?"

"The assassin who attacked you in Russia has been caught. We found out the connection, sir." "Who?" I said coldly, although I could clearly guess at this point. "Ambrose Ryder and Brandon Valdez," he said, confirming my guess. He continued, "We've already reached the airport and are coming to New York, sir." "Hmm." I hung up. I looked at the clear night sky. Finally, the game that started twenty-five years ago is coming to an end. See you soon, my well-wishers.... ******* BELLATRIX..... The next day, I woke up entangled with my husband in bed. I felt so delighted to see him beside me!

Patel said by way of greeting, sliding into the chair opposite Sarah. "I've had an interesting week," Sarah replied dryly. Patel leaned forward. "The bureau has a BOLO out on you and Diego Castillo. They're saying you helped Vincent's men attack federal agents." "Those weren't federal agents," Sarah countered. "They were Blackwood's private team." Patel winced at the name. "How do you know about him?" "I know a lot of things now," Sarah said. "About Kingmaker. About Senator Chambers. About Vincent's real work for the government."

He turned and communicated the plan to the individuals at the desks, who swiftly relayed the messages to the field team. Agent Dickens made two cups of coffee and handed one to Jorden, leaning against the wall behind them. “It’s going to be a bloodbath.” Agent Jorden pulled her hair into a bun on top of her head and accepted the coffee, her eyes fixed on the screen displaying a small illuminated boat on the outskirts of Venice. “What else can you expect from a criminal like Vector Alfonso? I’m just pissed he won’t be there to witness the shitstorm that’s about to rain down on him. I’d love to see the look on his face when he realizes the damn attack he ordered this morning is gonna blow up r

Bruce sighed, “You are soft hearted.” “Really?” I asked, staring at him. “If you ask me, I think I am being logical right now. Do you seriously think Baldwin will fall if Kenzie reveals their arson plot?” There was no response from Baldwin. I continued, my voice higher this time, “We are talking about Baldwin McAllen here. He has everyone on his payroll. Politicians, the police, the prosecutors, the judges, everyone in every important circle. Do you really think a man like that would crumble because of mere arson? You would be naive to believe that.”

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

********* That night, Jack drove through the rain with his Colt on the seat beside him and a thousand questions in his head. Evelyn Chase’s murder wasn’t random. Neither was George Benton’s death. The same names kept circling back—Bill Darcy. Sandra Harris. Chris Newton. And now Lilian—the woman standing unknowingly at the center of it all. He crushed the cigarette under his heel, muttering to himself: “Everyone’s got blood on their hands in this city. The only question is whose name is written in the ledger.” Thunder rolled overhead. And somewhere across town, in the shadows of a penthouse window, Bill Darcy was already pouring himself a drink—smiling, because he knew the game had just chan

David pauses, reaches forward and flicks the safety off the gun with one finger, then sets it back in exactly the same position on the desk between them, barrel pointed at Elias’s chest, and folds his hands on top of the desk above it. “So I’m going to ask you one last time,” he says, his eyes boring directly into Elias’s soul, “and I would strongly advise you to think very carefully before you open your mouth… How do you know Carver Mayfield?” The room is very quiet. Elias swallows hard, the weight of the handgun staring back at him pressing against his mind. His brain scrambles for a secondary defense, a deeper cover story that can survive David’s network of spies. He opens his mouth to sp