Carole Mortimer Novels & Stories

Old Man Zummo walked forward indifferently before squinting at Carol Parker. “Ms. Parker, you’ll have to give the Hamiltons a fair statement about this incident. “If not, we wouldn’t mind initiating an all-out war against the Briewood Gang.” Naoto Takei walked toward Carol and quietly asked, “Ms. Parker, does this woman have a special identity?” “Special?” A profound smile leaked out of the corners of Carol’s mouth. “Of course she is. She’s a member of the Hamiltons.”

Then I picked it up. "Rhodes." "Ms. Rhodes." The voice was low and unhurried and carrying beneath it something that was almost amusement — the particular quality of someone who found most situations mildly entertaining and saw no reason to pretend otherwise. "We haven't been introduced properly. My name is Morticia Vale." Across the room Liam watched my face. I kept it exactly where it was. "I've been wondering when you'd call," I said. A sound on the other end. Not quite a laugh. Something more considered than a laugh.

“Leah, it’s alright. You’re safe.” His words began to calm me once again. There was a gentle knock at the door; my head snapped around, looking at the door. It opened slowly and in stepped an older lady in a pant suit. Her long blonde hair pinned back into a neat ponytail. She was carrying a notebook under her arm. Her expression changed as she saw the startled look on my face, the water on the table, the knocked-over chair, and Logans hand on my arm.