Catherine Coulter Fbi Series Novels & Stories

"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.

"Because now you are ready. Before—you were victims playing hunter. Now—you are hunters. Real hunters. I see it in your eyes. The emptiness. The acceptance. The willingness to do anything. Exactly what I needed. What Hope needs." "We cannot fight thirty-seven people—" "You do not fight them. You destroy them. Before they arrive. Before they mobilize. Before they become threat." She pulled up detailed files. Locations. Vulnerabilities. Patterns. "Catherine coordinated everything remotely. From Switzerland. She thinks she is safe. Unreachable. She is wrong." "You want us to go to Switzerland. Kill thirty-seven people. In three days." "No. I want you to kill one person. Catherine. The head. Bod

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

She met my gaze, unblinking. Catherine closed the last, stood, and stretched, slow and feline. Her shirt rode up just enough to reveal the faint red marks on her hip from where my grip had bruised her during our fuck in the suite She caught me looking but didn’t smile. Just held my eyes a second longer than necessary before turning to Eve. “Servers are clean,” she said. “Hotel will hand over doctored files by morning. The Local police report is filed. Coroner’s preliminary days accidental death due to explosion.”

He tapped the screen awake and browsed through his files before he clicked one and expanded. I frowned because I thought I saw a file clearly labeled COLT. But I switched to a neutral expression before he turned to me and said, “Colt’s and your blackmailer hired the woman.” I said nothing because Colt told me that already. “And he murdered her.” I frowned at him now, but he pointed to the screen, “Check out their last conversation." My eyes scanned the messages quickly, my finger sliding the screen upward to follow the conversation. This girl, Anna Lombardo, told the person on the other end of the chat about the Fletcher attorney’s visit and how she was scared of a lawsuit.

Catherine said, "we're partners again. Whether you like it or not." Maya's phone—returned to her with her belongings—buzzed. Unknown number. *You're out of jail but still trapped. Catherine is using the bail conditions to control you. And 37 days is not enough time to prepare if you can't warn people publicly. You need to find another way. And Maya? The ankle monitor has a tracker. The FBI knows everywhere you go. Be very careful what you do next.* Maya looked at the ankle monitor on her leg. At Catherine's triumphant smile. At the news cameras capturing every moment.