Edgar Novels & Stories

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

These shots made the phone pics look tame—full-on bedroom stuff. Sophia set them down, lifting her tea for a measured sip, tone dripping sarcasm. "Mr. Sullivan, your hobbies are something else. Snooping on folks in the sack now?" Edgar's eyes narrowed a fraction—clearly not the freak-out he'd banked on. "Quality's beside the point." He drawled it casual. "Key fact: this guy's no dad of yours." "Name's Todd Ward. Pro con man, plays whatever role pays. Laundry list of aliases."

He told himself he just wanted an autograph. The door to Edgar’s trailer was slightly ajar. Light spilled out from inside. Felix hesitated, then knocked softly. The door opened. Edgar Briggs stood there in nothing but worn jeans slung low on his hips, his chest still glistening with sweat from the arena. His dark eyes locked onto Felix with calm intensity. “Can I help you?” Edgar asked, voice low and rough like gravel. Felix swallowed hard, holding up the rodeo program he’d bought earlier. “I… I was hoping for an autograph. That last ride was incredible.”

“Yeah. Hi.” “I’m Edgar. It’s good to finally meet you.” He stepped forward and took my suitcase like it weighed nothing. “You ready?” I nodded, still trying to find normal words. Mom hugged me quickly. “Be good,” she said. “We’ll call.” I followed Edgar out to his truck. He opened the passenger door for me, then put my bag in the back. I kept my hands in my lap and looked out the window so I wouldn’t keep staring at him.

He wasted them and was unremorseful. "Diego, why does it bother you so much? Your grandfather has decided and you're expected to not make a fuss" Edgar said, his eyes gleaming with a satisfied look. He had always wanted this, a bigger position in the company where he could exert power and control. Now, he had a chance and a lot could go wrong. I just hope my grandfather thought about that because I won't be a part of it when things go south.

"Do you see the way you succumbed like a stupid puppy?" "Name your price. Any amount, I would give it you gladly." "Edgar," Logan said standing up. "I'm not here for any of your filthy money. I came here for business." "I'm listening." The video ended there. I picked up the remote and selected the next video which was tagged Project Eden. Interesting. It wasn't a continuation of the last conversation between Logan and Edgar. Still in Edgar's office, Logan and another man was seated facing Edgar. "As I said yesterday about the business deal I brought, this is Justin

"Damn. Aunt Victoria really doesn't play around, does she?" "I'm going to buy out the forensic firm tonight," Roman declared flatly, pulling his phone from his pocket. "I'll offer the owner triple what my mother paid to wipe the servers." "Won't work, big bro," Ethan interrupted smoothly, stepping up and leaning against the mahogany desk. "Aunt Victoria isn't stupid. She used Golgotha Digital Forensics—they're a high-security government-level contractor. Their lead tech is a guy named Marcus, and he doesn't take bribes. He prides himself on being untouchable."

Okay, so I was probably out of a job anyway since I had no way to get back up there Tuesday morning, but I didn’t want Edge to think poorly of me. I wasn’t even sure why it mattered to me what Edge thought of me. I thought he was a womanizer and a lazy father, not exactly a glowing recommendation there. But I also saw the love he had for his daughter, the respect he had for his brother, and the way his territory reacted when his name was mentioned.

Lifting his leg, the young man stepped on the car’s wheel roughly. “You’re after Edelgard, aren’t you? Not bad, huh. You’ve got a sharp sense of smell—just like a dog. You even knew that Edelgard was all the way up here. But I think you think too highly of yourselves. Don’t you? How dare you come after Edelgard in a cheap G63? You really think that you’re rich just because you have an extra penny or two? “Do you know who I am? Easton Group. Ever heard of it? It belongs to my dad!”

Her cheeks flushed. Bibo smirked knowingly. “Edgar, son of the Judge. Back in town, and unmarried. Looks like you’ve caught his eye.” “Shut up, Bibo. Do you know everyone?” “It’s my business to,” he said easily. “Ah, here he comes.” When Edgar asked to dance, Bibo stepped aside, still grinning. “For as long as you like.” Soon Cressida and Edgar were gliding together, clearly enchanted with one another.