Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

'She's right you know, not everyone is Jasper, not everyone will break your heart. If only I could but I'm not ready yet. 'You're not getting any younger though.' I know right? While I was still having a mind battle my office cell phone rang. I answered the phone. "Doctor Giordana Quinton on the line how can I help you?" "Good morning Doctor, a Mr. Forbes is here to see you should I send him in?" "Sure," I replied absentmindedly. "Nice office Giordana." I heard a deep masculine voice not up to two minutes later.

The lady officer kept on looking at her for a few minutes trying to understand her and then told her "Okay we can listen to what you have to say. But first let me tell you a case has been already filed against you for killing your parents. And by the way I am Senior Inspector Lexi and I will be handling this case."

“I should have known. Always the consummate professional.” “Old habits die hard I suppose.” I reply with a grin. “Just so you are aware, the crime scene belongs to my Boss’ personal assistant. Ms. Harris is the woman you just walked passed that looks like she has seen a ghost. The only people that have been on there are the criminal, Mr. Williams, Ally and myself. Ally is Ms. Harris’ companion. I can give you all relevant contact information for interviews later today. There is also this.” I hand him the note. “She is visibly shaken and I feel this might be why.”

"You built the knife, Zariah. Let me be the hand." Outside the jalousie windows, the far eastern edge of the Florida dark finally, fully, turned to gold, and eight hundred miles of it away, in an Atlanta homicide bureau, Detective Rhee's inbox chimed with a filing from a Miami attorney she'd never heard of, and she reached for her reading glasses with the last unhurried motion she would make for a week.

the woman asks, her eyes scanning the lobby until they land on me. "Yes?" She pulls out her badge. "Detective Sarah, Financial Crimes Unit. This is my partner, Detective Marcus Rodriguez. We're looking for Lawrence Hayes. We understand he was recently employed here?" The name hits me like ice water. Greta gasps. "Larry? What's this about?" Detective Sarah's gaze shifts to Greta, assessing. "And you are?" "Greta Hayes. I'm his mother. What's going on?"

he muttered Spade's eyes moved to the door, expecting to see the girl he'd almost choked to death yesterday, but to his shock, it was the old lady that had opened the door for him the last time he came here, and she didn't look composed, her eyes first landed on Spade and he saw the fright, and the shock in her eyes, before it moved to Greg. She slowly walked into the room, clutching to her apron, Spade just gave her a bored look, with his legs spread apart and his hands intertwined in between them, he watched her walk towards Greg

She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he caught the faint scent of her perfume. “Maxwell Hale,” she said, her voice incredibly calm. “Thirty-four. Lieutenant in the Varga network. Smuggling, laundering, intimidation… the whole charming package.” She dropped the file on the table with a slap. “And somehow every single interview before this one came up empty. Funny how that happens.” Max leaned back as far as the cuffs would let him, giving her a lazy grin. “Maybe your boys just suck at asking questions, Detective.” Val smiled - It wasn’t a nice smile.

“No. I’m observant.” My past self watches them carefully. “Seduction is part of corporate politics,” Margaret says calmly. Victor raises an eyebrow. “Is kissing part of it too?” Marcus freezes. “…what?” In the recording, Margaret doesn’t respond immediately. Victor continues casually. “Daniel Mercer Hargrove.” My chest tightens. The detective glances briefly at us. “Daniel Mercer Hargrove is currently detained for financial crimes connected to the case.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “That explains a lot.”

"What?" Grace took the material that he handed her. "What is this?" She opened it and saw that it was the detailed information of the person suspected of being responsible for the drugging incident. She flipped through it swiftly in surprise. "You…" "I will help you investigate in areas where the police don't have authority." Xander knew her well, and he knew that she wouldn't give up since she hadn't gotten the result she wanted. Grace's gaze was fixed on a line in the middle. She frowned. "She used to work for the Hawkins family as a maid?"