Dr Richard Kimble True Story Novels & Stories

her voice called again. He blinked, opened his eyes to darkness. And remembered. Kimberly Blake. Rowdy’s Roadhouse. The crash. Kimberly Blake actually was pressed against him. His dream of being tortured endlessly by an unflagging state of arousal was real. “Are you awake?” she asked. “I am now,” he grumbled and set his mind to blocking out the ache in his groin. Wrapped in their cocoon of blankets and the tarp, they were warm, and that was what mattered. His socks were already dry and he didn’t have to worry about her getting frostbite or pneumonia—or worse, freezing to death before rescue came.

It was the most unsettling thing I had ever seen. Damien was standing a few feet away, talking to Marcus Webb. The journalist had a thick notebook in his hand, and Damien was answering questions quietly, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The wire he had been wearing had recorded everything. Richard’s confession. His threats. His admission about the drug trial, the twins, the kidnapping. It was all there. The evidence we had been fighting for. The proof that could finally bring him down.

The emotions were a complex blend of anger and grief “ You leaked Adel’s files. Kimberly used it to destroy her... and she was arrested because of it. Before I could get her out, she was taken. Kidnapped. She never even made it to trial, didn't you hear about the bloody massacre that happened?” The mind link snapped between us. For the first time, Viktor’s cocky mask cracked. He sat up slowly, shifting back to his human form, and he struggled to breathe under my grip. His lips parted,

“Fine. But if we don't the answer, it is not out fault. You can't go back on your words.” “Agree. Now, tell me whatever you know about Kimberly.” Jackal started to speak, “Kimberly contacted us when we were working in a cheap bar in the Slum area. The same area where she was born actually. It was probably five years ago. We wanted cash and she was ready to provide us a lot so wr agree to work for her. We thought she would want us to kill someone or steal, but instead told us to get a file from the orphanage. We didn't got that. Later, shhe was telling us stupid things to do which had nothing related to our work. So we cut off. Again, one year later, she told us to kill someone. Coincidentall

As usual, every step landed in majesty. “I saw Kim take money from Richard’s drawer.” Elena sobbed as she narrated a story that did not happen. “I confronted her, but she said after everything she did for the pack today, she deserved to be paid and was only taking what belonged to her.” My jaw dropped. Her narration was pretty good, even I was beginning to believe that it actually happened. “I begged her to wait until Richard came back, then she could make her demands, but she pushed me off her path and left with the money anyway.” I released her hand, really invested in her story. Awe-struck by her stellar performance.

Though Killian knew the truth. ********************** Kimberly had already woken up from her sleep and ate her breakfast. Rose was so happy to see Kimberly looking healthy again. “Kim, you had a visitor today.” Kimberly was wondering who it was that came to see her. She knew earlier someone came but she pretended to be asleep so she wasn’t sure of who it was. “Who was it?” “Sir Draco.” Kimberly’s eyes widened when she heard what Rose said. “Why will he come to see me?” Kimberly asked still looking surprised.

"Coming up." Will watches in silence, but his folded arms have gone into lockdown. He glares at Hickman. "You were on the video footage at the Lucky Time bar, the night Mickey Miller was attacked. You were talking to Klempner. Who are you exactly?" Hickman's regards him with a cool eye, then casts a glance to Mitch. "I am Miss Kimberley's bodyguard. And should the situation require it, also Mrs Summerford's and her daughter's." Will cocks a brow at Mitch. "I didn't know you had a bodyguard?"

They skim the surface like stones on a frozen lake. Maybe that’s because George gave me something no one else here would: the truth. It didn’t come in a grand announcement or some dramatic confrontation. No — George slid the flash drive across a library table one afternoon, his expression as unreadable as ever. “This is everything,” he’d said simply. I remember the weight of it in my hand, heavier than plastic should feel. Proof. My proof. My name cleared. I didn’t ask how he got it. Some questions are better left unanswered.

Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon. A suicide bomber had ran into her team, causing most of them to take shrapnels to their limbs and torsos. She was lucky to have come out unscathed. “Look over there” Their guide said pointing to a cloud of dust from afar. Kimberly immediately looked into her binoculars and saw a vehicle speedingly approaching the huts, while leaving a trail of dust behind. The childen stopped their game and watched the old pickup truck come to a halt. Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over the

he said "I can imagine" Ethan nodded as he tried to take it all in. The place was truly beautiful. "So about the case, I found something" Jeff went straight to business and Ethan pulled out a chair and sat down. "I'm all ears" "So I found out the identity of the man Kimberly met up with yesterday and I'm afraid to say that he is one of the high profile members of the Mafia" he revealed and Ethan sat still as a lot of questions ran through his mind. Why was Kimberly meeting up with the member of the Mafia? What kind of trouble was she in? What was she involved in?