Catherine Coulter Fbi Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Landon's POV The call from FBI Agent Morrison reached me at the youth hockey center where I was cleaning equipment after the evening training session. My hands were still raw from scrubbing skates and organizing gear for kids whose parents could barely afford basic equipment, but when Agent Morrison explained that Catherine Walsh had escaped federal custody and was planning to kill Ophelia, I dropped everything. "Mr. Hayes, we need every piece of information you have about the criminal network that connected Derek Thompson to Victoria Sterling and Rose Miller. Catherine Walsh has been coordinating their activities, and she's now implementing assassination protocols against the Sterling famil

I asks “You are an upcoming bigshot fashion designer, of course it's high profile.” I swallowed hard as I walked on the steps majestically. Today is the day we know if the Judge is on the right side of the law. “Miss Thompson.” I heard my name. “Hi.” I turned around to the person who called my name. “I'm special agent Gina Colton from the FBI.” “What can I do for you, Special Agent?” “I'm wondering if you have heard from Victor Reynolds, in the last few days,”she says. “No, I have not.” I said and turned around.

The terror was plastered on my face, as Hansel looked at me curiously. "We have a problem." I panted. I was shaking, and sweat started to ooze out from me as my heart thumped fast I could barely hear myself talk. I felt dizzy, and everything around me seemed to swirl around. "What problem?" he asked, his thick brows furrowed. "Catherine's an FBI agent," I fumbled over my words from nervousness that it barely escaped my mouth. Everything seemed to go downhill for us. I was wondering if there was still an escape or hope. But it felt like we were doing all these for nothing and I couldn't bear with it anymore.

cooperation, violence against patience, the instinct to fight against the understanding that fighting the FBI would bury him.Sophia touched his arm. A small gesture. But it said everything: I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let them take you because I will get you out.He went.They put handcuffs on Dominic Cross in the vestry of a cathedral, and Sophia watched them do it with dry eyes and a steady pulse and the growing certainty that she was about to become the most dangerous version of herself. She called Catherine Avery at 3 AM.Catherine answered on the first ring. Sophia had learned something about Catherine in the weeks since they’d met: the woman was retired, not finished. Beneath the g

"We know that part. Tell us what Catherine's planning." "She's targeting everyone who helped convict Julian. Systematically. FBI agents. Prosecutors. Witnesses. She has a list of forty-seven people." My stomach dropped. "Forty-seven?" "Yes. You're number one. Marcus is number three. Agent Santos is number seven. She's prioritizing based on impact. Who hurt The Covenant most." "When does she move?" Schaffer hesitated. "I overheard a conversation. Three days before I resigned. Catherine was discussing timing with Robert Hartley. They mentioned a wedding. A double ceremony. Public event. High visibility."

He realizes it's more than just a coincidence — someone is doing it, and he needs to stop it. When he brings in the third lady, she isn't killed immediately like the rest, but after a month the lady is killed. All this while he never suspects Bella because he feels it's his opponents doing it just to get him down. After that he brings in a fifth one as a bait. He has his men watch over her apartment day and night, and no one comes. They don't approach her home; they just watch from a distance, until three days pass and she hasn't shown up outside. They decide to go in and see for themselves, only to find out she has been dead for days.

“No. You’re quitting on us.” He faced the wall. “There’s a difference?” “Caleb… I need you to fight. The kids need you. I need you.” His voice broke. “I’ve got nothing left.” ----- In the third week, the investigator called, voice tight with urgency. “I need you here. Now. The forensic accountant found something.” Caleb wouldn’t move, so I went alone. “Metadata,” she said, turning her laptop toward me. “The FBI’s files were created on Blackwood computers, then backdated to look old.”

There’s only one way to get to people like that—anger them, and they’ll eventually reveal everything. The more I goad him, the more he’s going to show his true self. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city skyline through the large glass window. Too many things were happening at once. My uncle stealing money. Kai acting strangely. Samantha mysteriously connected to everything. And Catherine being followed. Whoever was behind this was getting bold. My phone buzzed. It was Catherine. I picked up immediately. “Hello, wife.” But instead of her usual sharp voice, all I heard was breathing.

It's Monday morning and Max’s alarm pulled him from his sleep, which he didn't get a lot of last night thinking of Jenna and what happened in the car. Getting up and ready for work. The Criminal Investigations Division which he works in is his passion. This weekend he needs to be on call the major drug bust that his team is planning is very near. Then he goes on long service leave he wants to get away with Jenna. He no longer wants her to work. They can both retire enjoy life, get married have kids. That’s what he wants. The perfect life with Jenna