Death Seeker Novels & Stories

"Morrison's not giving up. She's personally funding a private investigator to find you. Someone named Daniel Cross. He specializes in finding fugitives who've gone to ground. Very good at his job. Very expensive." "How good?" "He's found three people in the past two years who'd been hiding for over a decade. One in Thailand, one in New Zealand, one in South Africa. All of them thought they were untraceable." "So Morrison's hunting us with her own money. That's dedicated."

Eve nodded satisfied with her answer. "Your first mission....." Eve went through the file and sighed...it seemed they were all getting missions related to their families. "There's a wanted psychopath phedophile, he has been going from city to city ruining young girl's lives by dating them and them raping them and leaving them with irreversible traumas....." Anna stared at the man's picture in disgust. "His name is Jackson Filler and we have been searching for him for quite sometime now. We have finally spotted where he is hiding but we need to lure him out without alerting him. He is an expert at escaping if I might add"

Her words came out rapidly and precisely. "No phones, only 20 dollars in cash. Get on either one of the two buses heading in opposite directions outside the hotel. If you find me before midnight tonight, then I'll believe that we really are fated." "And if I do find you, what's the reward? If I don't, what's the punishment?" Roxanne had been waiting for him to ask that. "The loser agrees to fulfill one request from the winner, no questions asked. They must follow through without exception."

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

"That's right, Nate. If I'd known about all of this from the start, I never would've argued with you. Hannah was so beautiful and kind. If she were my daughter, I would have fought them to the very end." "Let's not talk about that for now," I said. "Call the police and let them handle this." Ethan called the police, but the snow kept falling harder, and even the satellite signal started cutting in and out. At first, the warnings from the police managed to turn quite a few people away. But once Elias raised the reward to a billion dollars, nobody answered their calls anymore. 30 minutes later, the snow had reached our knees. Out of the thousands in the convoy, only a few dozen people made it

He turned to leave, but hesitated at the door. “He is dangerous, Kessler. More than you can imagine. Don’t underestimate what he would do if he discovered this investigation.” “My profession, dear Conrad, is to underestimate no one,” I replied, my voice smooth as silk. “And to survive to tell the story.” He left, taking with him the scent of his expensive aftershave and the bitter taste of fear. Alone, I stood and walked to the glass wall. Outside, the city pulsed under the rain. Somewhere in that darkness, Tristan Delyon kept a secret that could bring him down. And I was the ghost hunter who would unearth it.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."