David Baldacci The Shaw Series Novels & Stories

"Don't you want to introduce me to your beautiful friend?" Both of Alice's eyes widened in surprise. Nicholas Shaw was a lawyer and one of the owners of Shaw & Partner, a law firm that had been well-known for years. I didn't know him well, but the only thing I knew was that every woman he was seen with never lasted more than a week. Oh wait...that's a description of his brother, Gregory Shaw. Nicholas Shaw was hardly ever seen with any women, he's probably gay. But still... "Of course, I guess it's not just you who's captivated by Anya tonight," he said while smiling at Alice. Anya?

Thus, she planned to win over the company’s finance officer, Shaw Castor. During her investigation, she learned that Shaw was from a prominent family in Westeros. If she could get him on her side, not only would she be able to audit the accounts, but she might even find a way to deal with Harvey. Darcy knew very well how tricky recruiting someone like Shaw would be. If Shaw was easy to persuade, she could buy him off. If not, things could get messy fast. However, she had no other choice. She had to try to bribe him. No matter what, she had to give it a try.

“I need to get back to my hotel. Got an important memo I need to send to my company.” “Alright then.” “Hold on,” He told the cabdriver. Then he turned to face Shawty with a radiant smile. “Can I get your number? There are many things we have to go over.” She nodded his head and gave him a burner phone number, she would have to find another alternative way to speak with him. “Thanks. See you soon” The cab sped off, leaving Shawty alone. She watched the cab drive off with the eccentric billionaire. “Idiot,” She muttered. “You’re so close to death and you don’t even realize it.”

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

Daniel’s voice rang out, “a historic mansion in the Skylake District.” My head snapped up, eyes widening in disbelief. I scanned the crowd until I found Marcus, standing tall and impassive near the front. Anna was beside him, her expression a mask of perfectly controlled surprise. “The property,” Daniel continued, “was the childhood home of Elizabeth Shaw, returned now to the Shaw family after three generations.” A collective gasp rippled through the audience, followed immediately by excited murmurs. Two hundred million dollars. Marcus Murphy had just casually gifted a two-hundred-million-dollar mansion to his… what?

She was not in a mood to send someone behind the bar except Rishi at that time. The game was perfectly played but she didn't know she would be entangled like that. She remembered her first meeting with the Banshali group when she was dating Rajveer. They met over dinner and things were fine between them. After Rajveer's death, Rishi's idea of pulling down Anirudh was not something that could be ignored easily. What she had missed was the plan of Rishi. Of course, she had played as she used some of Rishi's contact to manipulate police to give Anirudh a hard time. She accepted the fact of being a player in this 64 square game. The pawns were always there and would be. But only one would surviv

he asks, voice low. I swallow, tasting sugar and metal and dread. “A scalpel,” I whisper. “And… a message.” Dawson’s face goes very still. “About what,” he asks, each word controlled, contained, caged. I hesitate, because saying Everett’s name out loud feels like striking a match near gasoline. But secrets are how predators breed. So I tell him, quiet and shaking and honest: “He mentioned Dr. Shaw.” Something in Dawson’s gaze darkens, not with jealousy, with recognition.

The remaining Shaws have been relegated to the outer circles with the Campbells and Boyles and a handful of sleazy McKays. Bram Blackburn is presiding front and center in Conall Shaw’s deluxe reclining camp chair, his dirty bare feet propped on an overturned milk crate, eating wings. Isla Sinclair is sitting on a cooler beside him, and when he licks the bones clean, he drops them onto a paper plate she’s holding on her lap. She looks miserable.

“He’s got everything lined up—the flight, the ‘business meetings’ in Berlin. Adrian won’t know what hit him.” “That's perfect.” He laughed as he took another sip of his drink. I hummed, noncommittal. Doyle’s confidence was annoying, but I let him have his moment. Let him think he was the mastermind here. As if he’d done anything more than follow my orders. Before any of us could say any more, the television mounted on the far wall flickered to life, the volume low but unmistakable. “—breaking news. Gregory Shaw, CEO of Shaw group, has been arrested on charges of embezzlement and tax fraud. Federal agents have seized all assets—”

“Adeline has the hearts of everyone. She is the queen, the perfect heiress. Semion can't do no wrong before the eyes of those elites who suck up to him.” “I can't just take back what I lost when they have a fortress behind them.” Shaw stood up, his tall presence made me look up at him with my teary eyes. He moved with precise steps toward the bed, and he held my gaze. “Forget what you lost. It’s tainted.” His voice carried a certain edge that made me see the other side of things. “But you destroy what they stole.” A devilish glint crossed his eyes with a small smirk that disappeared immediately. “Burn them to ashes.”