Elliott Oswald Novels & Stories

Police line. “Mr. Rothchild,” an officer said, “we may have a lead. One of your neighbours had a surveillance camera trained on the street. We caught clear footage of the intruder. We have him in custody.” Adrenaline spiked. “Who?” There was a pause, as though the officer weighed his words. “He’s one of Oswald’s men. Security detail. We confirmed his ID.” I froze. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles blanched.

Oswald at a bar in the night with a bottle of beer in his hand. He needed time to think and plan a good way to expose Mr. Wright because he noticed the people he had been keeping watch on were leading him in the wrong direction. He drank from the bottle, placing it back on the table in front of him. He didn't want to disappoint Ronald by failing to protect Rosy hence he was disturbed. He was still lost in thought when he saw Kendrick walk in with Daniel. He watched them as they took a seat at a corner in the bar. They ordered drinks. He walked to their corner and sat behind them to hear their conversation.

Oswald shared with gritted teeth. Butch was frowning deeply. He understood the reason for Oswald's departure. And what was more shocking was the bit of the details which Oswald just revealed. 'Wait, if Oswald was hiding all these years, then who was the man that was killed in that crash?' he thought with shock. He was so rattled, that it didn't occur to him that he should be denying everything. But instead, he stood there frozen in shock.

Oswald said, “Congratulations Willy you're now agent 02!” Oswald smiled and added, “I am agent 01 by the way, as you may have already guessed; I will be your superior for the time being.” “Are there any more agents besides us?” Willy asked, “No,” Oswald answered curtly. And he continued, “Take a look at your left wrist.” Willy lifted up his left arm, and saw a black wrist watch like gadget, embracing his wrist like a watch: “That's an Enabler,” Oswald said.

“I moved here on November the 18th last year.” “Objection, relevance.” Gideon shouted. “Mr. Davenport brought into question the memory of the witness; I am simply testing the waters on that subject.” “Very well, keep it within scope Mrs. Ward.” The judge agreed. Evelyn nodded and turned back to me, “It’s safe to say then that the one-night stand happened around the beginning of December, is that correct?” “Yes.” “Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?”

"Aren't you going to tell us what happened?" "There's really not too much to tell," Elliott said nonchalantly. "We got there, she took off before I could stop her, and the next thing I know, she's in his house. I decided to cut him off from the back exit, trapped him, and she shot him. The end." Eliza looked at him skeptically while Hannah's expression was more of shock. "The end?" Eliza asked. "Really? That's all?" "Pretty much," Elliott replied. He took his phone out of his pocket and opened up a social networking site, scrolling through it as if nothing exciting had ever happened.