David Peterson Books Novels & Stories

she said and Baker smiled, everything about her reminded him of his old friend Peterson whom his private investigator thought to be alive, according to him, Peterson might have been alive or maybe he did not die in that plane crash and that is Baker wanted to talk to Dylan and his aunt about the issue , he figured out ha maybe it was time they brought their heads together and thought about the matter or the fact that their relatives might be alive somewhere and seeing Alicia that day reminded him of Maeve while she was still young and one day when they were having dinner, Dylan father was around that day and it was a family and friends dinner night that they always did at least twice every

Freya's anger carried her straight to her father's study, her heels striking the polished floors like hammer blows. She threw open the heavy wooden doors, ready for battle. The scent of leather and old books – usually so comforting – now felt suffocating. "How dare you use David to manipulate me! After everything he did—” Mr Peterson Hart didn't even look up from his desk. Instead, he simply pushed a document toward her, the paper sliding across the smooth surface of his massive desk. The casual gesture stopped her mid-sentence.