David Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

"And how exactly do I explain that I broke into her house, stole her notebook, and somehow know she's been trying to bury behind?" Alaric leaned back slowly, pressing two fingers against the bridge of his nose as a familiar ache bloomed behind his eyes. Every time he thought he was getting closer to the truth, another contradiction appeared and yanked the ground out from under him. The weight of it pressed heavier on his shoulders. “So now we have two stories,” he said quietly. “One says five. The other says six.” “And only one of them can be telling the truth.” Alaric lowered his hand. “No.” His voice was calm, but something darker flickered beneath it. “What if neither one is?”

"He just put it in a drawer until he was ready to use it as a weapon. The hacker who hit us in the hills—Uncle Francis—he wasn't working alone. He was using Danielson’s infrastructure. But Danielson isn't an engineer who wants to balance an old ledger. He’s an apex predator. He let Francis break our perimeter so he could see how we’d scatter." The door to the dining room swung open, its heavy iron hinges groaning against the humidity. Elena stood in the frame, her hair dark with rain, a short-barreled Remington 870 shotgun held slung across her chest by a black tactical webbing strap. Her face was gray, her lips compressed into a hard line that looked exactly like her father's promotional po

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"