Ezra Inbestigators Novels & Stories

As if she were tucked in the back of his brain, coloring his every thought. “Are you okay?” Alma finally asked. Ezra didn’t answer right away. Then he whispered, “She’s not chasing me anymore.” Roman leaned forward. “What do you mean?” “She’s waiting.” Petra’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. “Waiting where?” Ezra turned his head. “At the vault.” Zurich, Midnight, Entrance to Vault Zero It looked like a simple underground garage carved into the Alps, but beneath it lay one of Lucien's earliest creations: Vault Zero.

“You’re going to tell me everything about this exchange. Every detail, no matter how small.” Ezra nodded mutely, all traces of defiance gone. Dad stepped forward, his face a mask of restrained fury. “Ezra, did you tell him who you were?” Ezra’s brows furrowed. “What? No! I didn’t just go around announcing my name like an idiot. I used a fake name when I met him.” That brought me little relief. Rogues weren’t just your everyday criminals; they were smart. They operated in secrecy, with eyes and ears everywhere. If they had even the slightest suspicion that Ezra wasn’t just some random kid, they’d find out soon enough.

Ezra didn’t answer, sitting there quietly without saying a word. Noticing Ezra’s unusual behavior, the teacher approached to inquire and learned that his toy was missing. She then called for everyone to help find his toy car. First, she asked everyone to check under their desks. Isla listened and immediately bent down to look— To her surprise, she found Ezra’s toy car under her desk. “How did your car end up here?” Isla asked as she handed it to Ezra. “I clearly left it in my backpack,” Ezra replied, equally confused about how it got there.

I gave the door three sharp knocks. "Enter!" Ezra's genial voice called out. I pushed inside to find him settled before a crackling fire, studying a map spread across his lap. He glanced up, eyebrows arching in surprise. "You're out late tonight, Jeremy." I inclined my head respectfully. "Elder Ezra, forgive my intrusion. But I have urgent news from the patrols you must hear." Ezra studied my grave expression. "Speak then. What troubles you?" I related the disturbing signs Jake's group had discovered deep within our borders. Ezra grew more solemn with each detail, mouth tightening to a thin line.

"Ezra, Mia's just used to being poor. It's not like the rest of us—" He didn't even look at her. Instead, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over a nearby stand. Then he rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong forearms. "Hand me the hammer." "Huh?" I blinked. Ezra took the hammer from me, grabbed a handful of nails, and secured the frames like he'd done this a million times before.

Ezra flushed at the relentless teasing. "It's not that. He.." he stopped himself before he finished the sentence. He didn't think it was right to inform Leon or anyone that he was belong aloha cage with the ongoing investigation into the resistance. "There's no need to be shy about it. It's inky natural that you can't resist being around your aloha all the time" "Right," he muttered under his breath. Leon moved quickly, linking their arms tightly. "Why don't we take a tour around the pack"