David Baldacci The Shaw Series Novels & Stories

Starting from the very first day of the plan when I went to meet him, to the second day. My conversation with Alejandro and his wife Clarissa, how fake they both acted. And the nameless man in the tailored suit whose watch probably cost more than my apartment. And Levi, smooth and charming, as always — playing the gracious host while weaving invisible threads between us all. By the time I finished, Shane was pacing. His fists flexed and unflexed like he was picturing what he’d do to each of them. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “That you sat across from Alejandro Dawson…the same Alejandro who—”

Shaw emphasized, "Maybe when I am less occupied" he replied, "Okay" "Where have you been all these years?" David hadn't seen Shaw after his childhood accident and when Cara was kidnapped, he only informed him but didn't show his face. "Taking care of my company" Shaw chuckled, "And you forgot about me" David sulked, "Let's not say forgot, but kept at the back of my mind" Shaw teased, "Huh" "Just take a look at your expression" Shaw laughed

“I genuinely couldn’t tell with you anymore.” “That’s fair.” A breeze shifted through the backyard softly. Somewhere inside the house, Mrs. Able was probably reorganizing flowers aggressively while pretending not to monitor us through the kitchen window. Honestly, she deserved compensation. Shaw looked back down at the torn CV pieces in his hands. “I still need this fixed,” he muttered. I snorted loudly. “No, sweetheart. This needed burial rites.” “Fuck you.” “Look at this thing.” I snatched the paper again. “‘Conflict de-escalation.’ You sounded like a motivational speaker with assault charges.”