Evil Barry Allen Novels & Stories

The doctor survived and asked the authority to close the case in order to cover up his negligence as a medical practitioner in exchanged of money. William tried to continue the investigation for he believed that Makar did it because of his daughter. But Gen. Arnold Thumper, the chief of police, framed him up which led to termination. After leaving his job, he worked in his father’s group of private detectives so that he could still perform his former duty as an investigator.

Most turned away, not wanting anything to do with the woman. Eva’s voice suddenly filled the bar. “So. Which one of you is Andronicus ‘Slugfest’ Gordy?” Her voice was projected through the helmet, so she could be heard clearly. Her tone made it obvious that she was unafraid of any of them. Her DI had scanned the entire bar, but not a single person had a public-facing identity. Well, except for the bartender. And he definitely wasn’t ‘Slugfest’. “Who’s asking?” asked a thug.

“Is he Barry Fabelman, the son of Zenith Corporation’s CEO?” “You know him?” Adrian stopped in his tracks and asked, perplexed. “I broke his limbs,” Kiran replied coolly. Huh? Adrian stared at Kiran, flustered and mortified. He could not believe that he had just requested Kiran to treat his enemy! “He hit my mother and tried to molest my sister,” Kiran explained flatly. Adrian winced in embarrassment. He had seen Margaret and Rain before and knew they were honest, good people. Clearly, Barry was the villain here.

Police sirens are getting louder and louder, but I’m not taking my eyes off this fucking car. Right when I reach the bushes, the hidden car starts its engine. The tires burn out in the soft dirt for a second before they take off around the tree. I was screaming and yelling for it to stop the entire time. When it speeds past me on the way down, my blood boils when I see a familiar face behind the wheel. Barry. That bastard is dead. He zooms down the hill in the antique Porsche at a dangerous speed, almost hitting a police cruiser on the way.

Larry quickly replied. “Come on Mr Matthews,” John said. “Antony Leatherbarrow has committed more crimes than everyone else on the FBI’s most wanted list combined. Someone has to get him off the streets. Someone has to stand up to him.” “Not a chance!” Larry insisted. “I could end up like his last accountant.” “We can protect you,” persisted John. “He’ll find me,” Larry said, looking a little worried now. Up until this point he had seemed almost bored with the interrogation.

Instantly, she seemed to become a demonized woman, charging over at Barry and scratching his face until it was bloody. At this point, Barry could no longer deny his crimes… Now that he was arrested, all the inferior products that he had manufactured were taken in as evidence as well. When the leader fell, others would roll. The moment Barry was arrested, his previously obedient staff members all began to fess up. After all, none of them wanted to be included in his crimes as accomplices, so they immediately came clean about all the evil things Barry had done that they knew about. In fact, one of them even shared a huge secret about Barry taking a life.

Even Allen could hardly get access to the information sent through that app. "He's mute" Maverick finished. Evander Warren was born mute. The fact that the poor boy was mute made all the kidnap easier for the kidnappers. Allen wondered if this person was really Evander, then why will Deep Night's Leader have hi *** "That's Mira's chauffeur. Let him be" Allen said after seeing the picture of the man that was spying on him. He was helping Leah move into his condo when one of his men came over and informed him of the suspicious man taking a photo of him.

Amara’s heart slammed into her ribs. “Stay here,” Dominic ordered, moving like a shadow. Jack opened the door moments later. “Sir,” Jack said, grim, “we have a problem.” Dominic stiffened. “What is it?” Jack handed him a tablet. Amara leaned in — and her breath froze. On the screen was live footage of Caleb’s motel parking lot. Then— A car pulling in. Its lights cut. A figure stepping out. Tall. Controlled. Menacing. Lucas Barren.

What terrible consequences were about to rain down on whoever had been monumentally stupid enough to sexually harass the chairman of the company. The chairman who also happened to own the controlling majority of shares. The chairman who could destroy entire careers with a single phone call or email. The chairman who was clearly not in a forgiving mood. I looked at the time on my computer screen. Few more minutes left until the big reveal. I pulled up my contacts and scrolled through until I found a particular name I was looking for. Detective Barry. An old friend from my college days who'd gone into law enforcement instead of business. We'd stayed in pretty close touch over the years, and he

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.