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Brown always protected very well his daughter, he didn’t have the pleasure to talk to the little girl back then but when he heard one night Rebecca was talking about her best friend whose name was Judith Brown and had been one of the most important heirs in the business world, Daniel paused his dinner that night to think about what she was saying. That was how Daniel discovered his roommate was being friend of Judith, the daughter of one of the friends of his father. Daniel was never going to forget how kind Mr. Brown was. Who could have killed him in such a horrible way? It was clear the person who did that had planned everything. That person had kidnaped him, had tortured him and then, had

The books are there as a guide to help you if you have lost your way. Daniel has always done things by the book and when he does something bad he does it it with intent. He does i it with precision and clinical execution. Something somewhere must have gone wrong and I'm glad that something went wrong so that the truth could be exposed. I partially feel like I've been played by someone who knew how to play me very well. It is a fact that Daniel knew the blueprints of my body and he was able to no how to act and when to act. It's not that he has the power to predict what my next move is he just use the information he knew to trick me and make me believe that he was the one who was innocent wh

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

What secrets could he possibly be hiding now? Lena had seen Daniel open the drawer once before, late one night when he thought she was asleep. The memory was hazy, but she distinctly remembered him retrieving a key hidden within one of his prized books on the top shelf. With trembling hands, Lena began scanning the rows of leather-bound volumes, each title meticulously chosen to reflect Daniel’s cultivated image—a man of sophistication, intellect, and taste. But now, Lena knew it was all a facade.

People always looked older when they were walking away from something. Daniel Brown, thirty-one pages. Thinner file. Softer man. The kind of person whose worst crime was that he kept showing up to the room where bad decisions were made and never once walked out. There were two photographs of him too. In both of them he was standing slightly behind his brother, slightly to the left, the way a shadow stands. Mara had read these files so many times she could have recited them like scripture. She read them again anyway.

By the time I got home, the tension had already slipped off me like it had never been there. By the time I entered the sitting room, the television was on, voices filling the space. I picked up a glass of wine, settling into the couch as the news played out in front of me. “…authorities are currently investigating the death of one Mr Daniel Brown that worked for the famous Alpha Julian.” I watched calmly as the report unfolded, every detail aligning exactly as I had planned. The location. The timing. The connections. And slowly, almost carefully, Julian’s name began to surface everywhere and in everything.

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order. Sometimes they talked as they worked: Eleanor learned about Daniel’s childhood in Canada, the source of his imperviousness to New England winters, and Eleanor confessed her frustration with her lack of ambition. She wanted, in theory, to do more than work in a bookstore but was so happy, most of the time, with him that she couldn’t bring herself to make any sort of profound change. “Contentment can be the enemy,” Daniel agreed and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the

After checking her email, she opened iMessages and pinged Anna: Hey kiddo, are you awake? She waited a few moments for a reply before opening a book to read. It was only nine o’clock, so Anna would still be up, probably watching her favorite sitcom. From the extensive list of books Rai had downloaded before the trip, she chose a Dan Brown novel—a little mystery and intrigue to take her mind off Z. So, tell me about your fabulous dinner. Anna chimed in. Rai switched to the iMessage application and typed a reply.

"You see twelve men, Mr. James Blackwheel while I see eleven men and a woman. Haven't you heard of the 'Da Vinci Code'? It is a book written by American author, Dan Brown." Blackwheel scanned all the information that was stored in his fragile brain to check if he had come in contact with any information that had to do with Dan Brown and his book. He couldn't find any. "You don't remember?" Blake pressed. "I am not sure I have ever heard of his name before. Does his work has anything to do with the painting?" "Some part of it talked about the painting. His work is quite remarkable. I have always been fascinated whenever I ask people about the conversation going on between Jesus and the twelve