Catherine Coulter Fbi Series Novels & Stories

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.

Adalyn It was a whirlwind of activity, and I was not happy to be up at four a.m., but today was the day of the Hunter's ball and we were all getting everything packed up in the vehicles. Rainn made sure to go over everything that I needed to know before we got there, including the names of the council members, their mates, and children. The head of the council is Arthur Tobias. His mate is Charlotte, and they have twins, Oscar and Octavia. Then there's Felix Oberion, his mate Ava and their daughter Evelyn. Albert Warren, his mate Sophia, and they have a son Declan and a daughter, Dana. Ernest Thompson, his mate Amelia and their daughter Alice and son Allen.

she said coolly, watching until he turned back toward the foyer. Selena raised a brow as Ava approached again. “Nicely handled.” Ava’s hands were still cold. She exhaled slowly.“They're looking for blood,” she said under her breath. “And I think they’re hoping I’ll be the one to spill it.” Minutes later, Agent Coulter returned to the study, clearly displeased. “We’ll be in contact,” he said in a clipped voice. “For now, you’re clear.” Ava smiled as she took the receipt for seized files, none of which mattered. “I look forward to it.”

"You mean the team that might have installed these cameras in the first place?" Silence crashed over us. She had a point. "I know someone," Catherine said unexpectedly. "Independent, discrete. He used to work NSA cybersecurity before going private. If anyone can trace these camera feeds, he can." "And why would you help us?" Marcus asked, skepticism clear in his voice. Catherine's gaze swept over Truth's sleeping form. "Because some legacies are worth protecting. Even if it means facing down the very family that tried to bury them." The detective's phone buzzed again. This time, her expression changed—a mix of surprise and something else. Concern.

I admit. "Exactly. Just be careful, baby." "What does that mean, Catherine?" "Montana is a certified bully, Eleanor. Even if she is in a jail cell..." "She's in jail?" She pauses staring at me "She is and that might still not stop her from being the manipulative, ruthless psycho she truly is." "You seem to know her remarkably well," I note. Catherine smiles. "She was my private client for a short while before. I completely forgot about the connection until the breaking news of her arrest just flashed across the media channels."

The thought of losing again made them shiver. After a thorough background check on Catherine Hart, they still did not get a lead to the disguise. She was a peaceful and easy going woman with no criminal records. She worked as a librarian at the local library and caused no trouble. She was an unpopular woman who only got famous due to the circumstances surrounding her death. She died in a fire accident. "Hello, am I speaking with Agent Diana? " the caller asked, immediately Diana picked up the phone. "Yes" She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Don't worry Mary. We will help Mike in every possible way. But I am more concerned about you. You have shut yourself from the world. Don't do that. To others's you appear as an adventurous, fun-loving girl but I know the truth behind the smile. Give yourself a chance Mary to feel the love and walk beside your special guy. Mike is a very good guy. Give him a chance." " I will think about it." " I am glad to hear this. I have put the solution on the laptop. Within 20 minutes we will get all fingerprints clone and then we can match it with the city database." Catherine's house Catherine is dressed in a bathrobe and sitting in a bathtub. There are scented candles placed beautifully on the side

Catherine murmured, then silently recited her prayers. The universe seemed to be listening to her prayers. An alarm blared, and Erkana Louise's body tensed and convulsed. Several medical staff rushed into the room. Catherine cried, praying once more, and soon the room calmed down, and Erkana slept soundly again. Catherine began to walk away until her phone ringing halted her steps. A message from an unknown number appeared on her phone screen. "I will send you the evidence of Biana Hart's money laundering to your email." That was the message.

"Car accident. Three days ago. But that's not the important part. Her files all her personal investigation into your case they're missing. Someone cleaned out her office before the FBI could secure it." "Someone meaning?" "Unknown. But Von, whoever took those files has everything. Morrison's private notes, Cross's reports, witness statements, financial forensics. Everything she'd compiled over the past two years trying to find you." "Cross reported we weren't in Argentina. His file should be a dead end." "His official report, yes. But Morrison kept personal notes that suggested she didn't believe him. Theories about where you might actually be, contacts she planned to investigate further." C

“But I’m the one who just saved your life in front of witnesses. I’m the one burying the bodies. So no....this isn’t just your operation anymore.” Her hand came up, fingers brushing the stubble along my jaw. It was possessive. Catherine watched us, something unreadable flickering across her face. I caught Eve’s wrist, held it. “And when the FBI comes knocking?” Eve leaned in until her lips brushed my ear. “Then we give them Hartley., piece by piece. Until there’s nothing left to threaten what’s mine.” What’s mine....hmmm.. The words sank into me like hooks. I should have fought harder for control. I should have reminded her whose name was on the payroll, whose bloodline started this mess.