Capt Danny Walker Novels & Stories

He was spoilt and inexperienced, and Asher would be damned if he showed him any level of respect. " Asher Walker " " Damien West "

Walker had arrived with a few dozens of Royal Court Soldiers and surrounded the entire yard immediately. All of the soldiers were quite powerful. "Darryl!" Walker took a step forward, pointed at Darryl, and shouted, "The banquet has been over for quite some time. Why didn't you go back to rest, and what are you doing here?" Walker had a cold facial expression on his face, but he was incredibly proud. He chuckled to himself. 'Darryl had fallen into my trap. Let's see who can help him this time?'

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Danny said. “I made that decision because I have looked at all the senior agents I have working with me in this field office, you are the only one who’s got the charisma to head a very key field office as this”. “Thank you sir” Danny said again. “But before your appointment is confirmed, you have to put the billionaire criminal behind bars” Wayne continued. He looked Danny in the face, fixing his gaze on Danny’s eyeball, Danny looked away. “Alright sir, I would put more efforts into the investigation, and make sure I am able to nail him as soon as possible” Danny said.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Wynter pouted theatrically, but there was something like triumph in her eyes , she’d rattled him. Rhett moved like a shark cutting through a school of minnows; he stepped between Wynter and the men. Rhett’s smile was smooth, practiced, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hello, detectives. How can I help you tonight?” The taller of the two—dark-haired, square-jawed—cleared his throat. “Detective Walker.” He tapped his notepad. “This is Detective Carter.” He gestured to the blond beside him, the one Wynter had just been pawing at.

Yet it had been Danny who had made her release possible, and who had helped carry the wounded afterward. “I know you’re angry, Kaplan, but leave Danny to me,” Kaelan said, his voice calm but firm. “He made poor choices, yes. He will be dealt with accordingly. But Kaplan”—he fixed him with a steady gaze—“Danny is not to be touched by you or anyone else. Understand?” Kaplan grunted, a mixture of disgust and grudging compliance, and finally nodded. “Just… keep him away from Jaiyana.”