Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

"There's something about him. The way he looks and the way he carries himself is just...I-I'm telling you, something's just off." No one replies. The woman looks at Claude, and he returns the same gaze. "What?" I ask. "Well firstly, I think it's only appropriate for me to introduce myself." she grasps my hand with a strong grip. "I'm Mia . I've been a private investigator for Harrison Inc. for eleven years." "I knew you looked familiar," I respond. She smiles.

"Daniel, the Antarctic project wraps up soon. When are you returning?" I removed the snow goggles from my face, brushing the frost off my lashes. I gave a faint smile. "Tomorrow." My mother's memorial was coming up. Next month, to be exact. It was time to go back. To take a look. To remember. "That case you reported—the illegal mountain excavation—made waves. The perpetrator got three years." He squinted at his notes. "Sarah Hargrave? Same name as your ex-fiancée, that history professor. Strange for an academic to be involved in—"

But when he was about to reply, another gentle-sounding voice echoed from the front. "Misty, come back here already! Let's eat!" The girl in front of him immediately turned to face the direction of the voice. Eithan also looked over, and just as expected, it was that woman. Agatha Moore. The one who should also be titled, Savage Goddess. Eithan froze as he remembered how this woman miraculously turned things back to normal again. Of course, there was nothing she could do about the injured teacher. Still, it was amazing how both Misty and he could return to their normal lives. His unbound system kept on telling him she was a hypnotist, and that was how she solved the attempted murder case yes

There wasnÕt much that could be done until they got word back from the M.E., so Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey spent the next few hours combing through the victimÕs life for the past few years. It wouldÕve been much simpler if the two men in the womanÕs life werenÕt so obviously innocent Celia thought as she interviewed them one after the other.

She could not help but wondered if the woman recognized her. It did not take long for her to realize that the team to work on the case was already chosen. She could also see that Beverly had put a lot of thought into getting this team together. “Agatha Desmond,” Beverly introduced her to the woman. “This is April G, June, and Madison. Ladies, this is our village oracle. If anyone can help us find the Faithless and your caretaker, she can, “ Agatha Desmond was going to take over Hughley’s role, Madison figured.

Grace opened it in the kitchen, standing at the counter with her coffee, intending to read the first chapter and then go to the studio. She read the dedication first. Two names. The first: Kelly Harris. Beneath it, in italics: who could not be saved. The second: Grace Hartwell. Beneath it: who refused not to be. Grace stood at the kitchen counter and looked at it. She thought about Kelly Harris. Whose sister Maya had sat across a table from Detective Floyd with a manila envelope on her lap. Whose death had been the first indication of what Mason was capable of and had gone uninvestigated for three years.

Gracie stopped at her track. " you're going to go and do what? You want to crash everything? That's just you taking out your own feelings. It won't be helping Jade at all. Do you remember? When we were in the can, do you remember that Darryl Granny in the cell next door? That granny is a documentation forgery expert. There's no technician in the country that she doesn't know. Let's contact her, and the bastard who made a fake death certificate, and a fake adoption paper, let's go find that bastard. _________

Third Pov " Good afternoon, this is FBI agent Megan Klain, I have been assigned to take over the serial killer case. During my introduction to the case I was made to understand that you have a high profile suspect and it makes it difficult to make an arrest. Since the person is in the Mafia and I believe the name is Damian Thorn am I correct "

He was attacking the exact place where my mother had turned her pain into something that protected children. Harper tucked Miriam’s journal inside her jacket. “Gideon knows I found the files.” Kael picked up his weapon. During the drive toward the archive, I forced myself not to look at Harper more than necessary. It was difficult. Not because of the bond, although that pressure remained like a second breath. It was difficult because every time she spoke, I discovered something I wanted to hear completely. She told us she had studied law and archival science, a combination Kael called “romantically bureaucratic” until Harper threatened to get out of the vehicle. She had worked with child pro

But we both understood, looking at the document between us, that this could not be ignored. The timing was too precise. The amount too significant. Whatever had happened to Edwin Hargrove nine years ago, this investment sat close enough to his death that coincidence n o longer felt like a reasonable explanation. "We need Reeves," Maya said. "Yes," I said. She was already reaching for her phone.