Casey Mcclone Novels & Stories

I moved with calculated ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea their entire security system had turned against them. Poor fools. As I approached the master wing, a guard rounded the corner, his rifle at the ready. I was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist—his neck snapped with a sickening crunch. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, his weapon slipping from his grasp. I stepped over the body without a second thought. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic Vance. The bastard who thought money could buy him invincibility.

He looked up—not at her, not at anyone in particular—but at the ceiling, as if bracing for whatever came next. Rowan swallowed. She didn’t like power imbalances. Never had. Didn’t like when the system bent for names—or crushed them for spectacle. But her duty didn’t change. She straightened, shutting the file. Casey Cross was in custody. The facts would decide the rest. She turned away before she could watch him any longer. Behind her, the television volume rose. “…if confirmed, this could mark the first public scandal involving the youngest Cross brother…” Casey closed his eyes again.

“There are no records anywhere of Casey ever being in jail, using drugs, or even having PTSD.” Jasmine and I exchanged confused glances. Something about this didn’t sit right. The room suddenly felt heavier, as though the truth we were chasing had taken an unexpected turn. Jasmine spoke up, her tone firm but controlled. “Do you mind explaining that? Because I’m holding Casey’s file right now, and everything in here looks real—very real. So why isn’t it online?”

Third Pov " Good afternoon, this is FBI agent Megan Klain, I have been assigned to take over the serial killer case. During my introduction to the case I was made to understand that you have a high profile suspect and it makes it difficult to make an arrest. Since the person is in the Mafia and I believe the name is Damian Thorn am I correct "

"This is my safe house. Did you get my permission to kill someone here?" That was when Casey realized that the man in front of him, who had vanished for five years, was not some gigolo. Such an air of authority and power had surpassed even the old Don of his family. "Get lost!" Scott spat out. Casey looked around at the black barrels pointed at him. He clenched his teeth and put his gun away unwillingly. He turned and stumbled as he ran toward his car like he was being chased by the devil himself. His Maybach's engine roared sharply as he made a flustered escape.

He is a greedy fool, he loves getting this kind of case so he could earn more by letting criminals back on the streets. I’m glad he knows his place when it comes to dealing with people like me. He gestured us into an open office by the corner, then I asked him to leave while I pulled down the blinds and shut the door firmly. I turned to Riley and I saw him sitting on the office chair, with his feet up on the table as he smirks evilly. All these while Casey had been short of words because she has a lot on her mind. She is itching to get out of there and go to Liam to check if her kids were there among the kids that have been found. She is worried about her kids, and at the same time, she has

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

"It's useless. Mama just said the hunters' association found me. Then Mom adopted me from then on." I could only purse my thin lips. "Maybe you could try checking the hunter community's reports? If you read it, maybe you'll find a little clue? The most important thing right now is to be healthy first. We can help you figure it out later." "Malik, I'm terrified of my past." Casey's face was so pale, and her body was shivering. Without much thought, I opened the blanket covering Casey's body and got inside. I hugged Casey under the blanket very tightly.

Somewhere out there, Caleb was busy, while Sandra read stories to my corpse, and Roger forced Casey to reveal herself. The wealthy moved quickly. Soon, Casey was forced out of hiding. I watched with my hand propped under my chin, amused by the irony. If they had acted sooner, perhaps I wouldn’t have had to die. Casey had no idea that she was screwed. The plan was to appear after I was kicked out of the house, but she was robbed and harassed instead. Counting down the days, Casey prepared to return to the Carters’ residence. However, she was disoriented to find the house shrouded in black.

“I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.” I still said nothing. Casey took a slow step closer. “But after you killed Paula…? After you killed his best friend?” His jaw tightened. “That’s when I stopped caring. I knew the truth would come out eventually. And now it has.” Something cold settled in my stomach. Casey’s voice lowered, filled with quiet satisfaction. “You’ll never find him.” The words sent a spark of fury through me. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the nearest wall.