Crime Novel Gregg Novels & Stories

He grimaced. "What do you mean by that?" She stuttered. Greg stood up and went to her side,he pat her shoulder gently and whispered into her ear. "You know just what I mean you murderer" He said and she flew out of her seat in shock. "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't talk to me about murder if you don't have any evidence" She said nervously, avoiding his eyes. "You're not looking directly at me and that shows you're not lying. I wasn't a baby when my mum died and I know there was something wrong" Greg said and went back to his seat. He opened a briefcase and brought out papers.

"What did he ask you?" "About my arrangement with Victor. Whether I'd documented anything useful about Elena's vulnerabilities. Where they were staying." Greg pauses. "I told him nothing. But he's resourceful." "Like breaking into Victor's estate files." "Or convincing someone with access to do it for him." Greg stands. Moves to a safe embedded in his wall. Opens it. Pulls out a folder. "This is for you. Everything I have on Owen Reeves. Background. Current address. I've been tracking him since he called. Thought you might need it eventually."

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

“Considering Russell’s position, I think Gareth wouldn’t pull any tricks.” Gregg thought about it. He had tried to kill Gareth and failed, so his confidence was low right now. He especially felt very afraid when coming home because he didn’t know if a bounty was put on him or not. As far as he knew, no bounty was put on his head, but if he was being put in the dark? All these thoughts stressed him a lot, so he was actually relieved when he heard his dad utter the words ‘peace talk’. “If Russell Lynn is coming, then I think we can go,” Gregg kicked a bucket of chicken wings, making them roll on the ground.

“Greggory, I have always held you in a high position. you are a man of great affluence how can you let such silly ideas cloud your reasoning? he would have found one way or another to have his deed done. I did not get the chance to interact with your wife very much before her death but I do know she did what she had to, to save you from committing the greatest treason and having your wolf run mad. How would you ever have killed your fated mate for another? Your wolf may be okay with you taking her as a bride but it certainly hasn't forgotten the love he has for his mate, never reason this the other way around. Elder Fern Roxwell deserves nothing and nothing shall he get. get your life fixed

“Except now I’m adding grand theft minivan to my list of crimes. Fantastic. Maybe next we can rob a candy store or jaywalk aggressively.” He glanced up at me, eyes flashing. “Get in the car, Marigold.” I huffed but climbed in, slamming the door. The Kia smelled like crayons and french fries. There was even a stray pink sippy cup wedged under the seat. “Wow. Nothing says badass fugitive like fleeing in the official car of preschool pickup.” Gregor ignored me, peeling out of the lot like the van was a getaway Lamborghini. I leaned back, pressing my hand against my side where the claw marks had been. To my shock, the wounds were already knitting together. Wolf healing. Still, the sting made me

I gasped, my hands shaking. Then—BANG! A gunshot rang out. I flinched and instinctively covered my eyes. Everything in the room stood still. When I opened them again, Gregory was on the floor, screaming in agony, holding his hand. One of his fingers was gone. An officer calmly walked up to him. “Gregory Preston, you’re under arrest for multiple charges: murder, abduction, drug and weapon trafficking, and human trafficking.” His voice echoed in my ears, but it was like background noise as two officers hauled Gregory up and began reading him his rights.

Matteo muttered "Martineli, they killed him because he refused to stop selling to you" Spade grounded his teeth, he didn't even need Stefano to tell him everything for him to know that Greg was working with whoever has been trying to kill him "I'm gonna kill him" he muttered, and Matteo just looked at him "Who"? He asked "Greg, I'm gonna fucking kill him" he gritted out "he had been toying with me from the onset, it was all part of his plans" Matteo quickly got up and stood in front of Spade

"If you weren't meddlesome, you wouldn't be in that cage now, Tom. But because you're meddlesome, we had no choice but to get ahead of you." "You've already killed Ma'am Emilia and framed Ma'am Raina. What more do you want, Greg?" asked the driver-bodyguard of my deceased mother-in-law. I gasped loudly at my discovery. When Greg turned to where I was, I covered my mouth and secretly prayed that he wouldn't come closer. I secretly thanked when he just returned his gaze to the two men in the cell. I felt my knees suddenly weaken at my discovery. It turns out that Greg was the person who killed Evo's mother. But how did he do it?

"Absolutely! I am fully committed to uncovering the identity of the person or people responsible for the harm inflicted upon you and your father. However, I truly believe that she is not the culprit in this situation. You know how passionate I am about our work—there’s nothing quite like the thrill of catching criminals in the act, it’s exhilarating! Yet, as men, we can't overlook the importance of having a woman's love and support in our lives. It's a vital part of who we are and what we do." Greg firmly grasped Victor's shoulder, his excitement palpable as he leaned in closer. “You see, the longer you stay here in the States, the more you'll start to uncover who your true enemy is. And onc