Chasing Lincoln's Killer Novels & Stories

Breakfast could wait but this money couldn't. He entered his car and then drove off. Then he made a call. "Kelvin. I need you to trace all recent transactions and track down who stole my fucking ten billion dollars!" "Yes, boss!" Kelvin echoed and then the line went dead. As soon as Liam got into his place he rushed into his mansion and then went into his room. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he pressed the elevator buttons. This was the first time in history something of the sort was happening to him. His enemies dared not hear of this or they'd think that Liam Wilder was beginning to have a loophole.

Her daughter was the younger version of herself, stubborn and sharp as a double-edged sword when facing criminals who defied the law. After three hours of travel, the car stopped at a hunting lodge on the edge of the forest. Lincoln suspected it belonged to the Crawford family. The two burly men dressed like thugs flanking him escorted Lincoln out of the car and into the hunting lodge. It turned out the senator had been waiting for him in the living room of the hunting lodge, which had a soft brown vinyl sofa. The dried and preserved heads of wild animals adorned the walls of the room.

the Duke begins, “they have yet to find something, but we are optimistic that we will find the tire tracks that Bianca used to get away.” “And how can you be so certain that she drove away instead of running? How can you be so sure that these woods — that you claim to be so dense that cars can't get through — are holding the answers that you need? You should be looking for footprints, not tire trucks, Duke,” I let my anger get the best of me in the moment. Do I regret it? Absolutely not. Time is of the most importance and sitting here looking for tire tracks is wasting everybody's time, especially Celia’s.

That evening, Allen called him and said it was his step mother Jessica who had hired the killer to finish Nicole. But he would ensure that he doesn't live to see another day. Lincolnasked him to wait for him,he wanted to know if the fellow was the one who killed his mother. Allen waited for him and Lincoln arrived. Nicole has gone to sleep and the two men went to meet Pardon at the basement. He was tied with his hands up and dangling. He looked worn out and tired. He never knew he could be traced to the crime. Like always, he had left no clue behind. How was he traced? Was it through his conversation with Jessica?

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

Jada choked, her eyes freezing wide open as she stared at Chase's back. "Mr. Aniston, should we be reading your rights to you right now?" Another police officer inquired, sounding skeptical. Silence descended upon the room once more, punctuated by Jada's shaky breaths and Chase squeezed her fingers tighter, his thumb caressing her knuckles soothingly. Then he said, "Actually I don't care. Lincoln has all my evidence, and he will address you on the matter." "So are you confessing to murdering Leon Kingsley as revenge for what he did to Miss Hudson?" A third policeman asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

The abduction of the Lincolns had already made a negative impact. If news got out, the people of Southlake City would panic. Joey immediately gathered her team. She had decided to investigate this case herself. There were surveillance cameras on the road outside the hotel. From the footage, she only managed to find three SUVs leaving. Once she had her targets locked, she began her chase with the real-time tracking information provided by the Inspector General's office. … Meanwhile, the situation was surprisingly calm in the SUV. Jeremy was still oblivious to the danger he was in. When he saw Macy sitting next to him, he started to flirt with her.

Okay so Chasing Tara is ending soon and I haven't seen anyone saying that they want a sequel. I have to go now. Please read, vote, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

I'm sure Gonzales is chasing them. From what he is doing, I am sure he doesn't want Alex dead now. He wants to give him a slow and torturous death, but I don't want any of that. Not at the expense of him hurting Arabel. He would hurt her if we don't do something quick. “Gonzales,” I call. Instead of answering me, he brings out a rifle, pushing his rear out of the van’s window. I catch sight of a woman dressed in a white wedding dress sitting in the car and another man in suits driving recklessly.

Lies would be exposed. A quarter mile away, a small convoy of unmarked vehicles moved into positions at Abbas’ expected meeting points—law enforcement waiting with warrants; Marco’s team with cameras and evidence pulls; her allies at safe houses ready to give testimony. The trap closed like a hand. Evelyn sat back and felt, for a moment, the bitter-sweet pulse of it all: long-planned justice moving in the teeth of danger. She had made choices that would change lives; she had to live with that. But she would not let her children be collateral for the sins of a man who called himself her father.