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"Yes, but what do you mean? I thought you didn’t care about girl-stuff, especially like those rich-noble-lady?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "Women don't need to be too smart, just beautiful. Only being stupid to serve us wholeheartedly, right?" "Billy, you are a visionary! Your grandfather also had this idea." "Let's see, who doesn't want a piece of the Turner family, right?" "Haha". ... Catherine suddenly felt cold down her spine. Goosebumps and duck skin emerged. She quickly turned her head to look back and forth, but saw no one suspicious. She predicted she would meet Bill tonight, making her so nervous that she almost swore.

“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el

Two days after my conversation with Maria Rosetti, Diane Frost returned to my studio. This time she wasn't alone—she brought a laptop, a thick folder, and a woman I didn't recognize. "Bethany, this is Catherine Liu. She's a forensic accountant who's been helping me document Shaw's activities for the past fifteen years." Catherine was younger than Diane, maybe mid-fifties, with sharp eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. She nodded at me but didn't smile.

Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject.

"Dante's nephew. Thirty-two years old. We've suspected him of involvement in human trafficking, drug smuggling, and money laundering for years. But he's careful. Covers his tracks well." "But he has to have left a trail," Isla said. "He has. We just need to find it." "I can find it," Isla said confidently. "Give me access to his financial records, his communications, anything digital. I'll find what you need." The agent raised an eyebrow. "You're volunteering to hack for the FBI?" "I'm volunteering to protect my children. If that means hacking, then yes." Catherine cleared her throat. "I should advise that…" "Don't," I interrupted. "We're doing this. With or without official sanction. So eit

At the mansion, I found Richard in his study with Morrison and another FBI agent I didn't recognize. "What's going on?" "Sit down, son." Morrison pulled out a photograph. "Do you recognize this woman?" I studied the image. Late forties, professional appearance, vaguely familiar. "I don't think so." "Her name is Catherine Walsh. She's Assistant Director of the FBI's Criminal Division." "Okay?" "She's also on Kenji's payroll. Has been for six years." My stomach dropped. "You have a mole. In the FBI." "We've suspected for months. Wade's cooperation confirmed it. Walsh has been feeding information to Kenji's associates, blocking investigations, protecting the network."

And worst of all, audio recordings of Kelvin ordering hits, discussing payments, and planning operations that had nothing to do with federal law enforcement. "We've been building a case against you for three weeks," Catherine said. "Victor knows everything now. So does his supervisor. So does the Director of the FBI."

When he would be in the bathroom, she would sneak in, go on her knees and help him get off, using her hands and mouth. She served him breakfast in bed and would massage his forehead after he'd spent hours working on his laptop. Colby wished that the holiday would not come to an end but when the private investigator called him three days later, he had no choice but to invite him to his house. The investigator showed Colby pictures and explained that the suspects had been narrowed down to three. One was a man whom Colby demoted a few months back. Another was someone whom he had a business deal with but it went awry and the last was Sheila's dad whom he fired many months ago.

She walked into my office at exactly 12:47 AM, looking like she'd been awake for hours even though I'd woken her up with my call. Katherine was in her early forties, former FBI, now the best private investigator money could buy. She had short dark hair, sharp eyes that missed nothing, and a reputation for being absolutely ruthless when it came to finding answers. I'd used her services twice before for corporate espionage cases. She'd delivered results both times. "Mr. Ashford," she said, shaking my hand with a firm grip. "I came as soon as you called. Daniel briefed me on the basics. Let's see what we're dealing with."

she called. Catherine had risen early, dressed impeccably, and applied her makeup with care. Though she had cried through the night, she resolved that today would be the last time she let her grief control her. Tomorrow was a new day, and she still had plenty to live for. She was Catherine Palmer—a formidable woman. Whoever was behind what had happened to Albert would face her wrath soon enough. No one but Catherine knew what Agent Count had told her. Once Peter and Mary were back home, she would begin her search for the one who had betrayed Albert. While it was rumored that his children had turned on him, she knew someone else had orchestrated it all.