Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

Frustrated, I will speak to her later. Calling Gregory into the office, I ask him to shut the door. “Is the informant taken care of?” I ask. Looking at me with clear eyes, Gregory responds, “Yes, I have removed him as a threat. Nobody will ever know that we fed the information to Caleb’s informant.” “Good, good … nobody can ever know our involvement. If they did, they would charge us with treason,” I say shaking my head. How did things go so wrong? I risked my daughter’s life thinking I would demonstrate her strengths and bury my ghosts. Fortunately, she killed Caleb before he could execute his plans or share more information that needs to stay buried. Kate POV

I ground through clenched teeth, feeling my fingers ball to fists by my side and watching as his gaze dipped to the action before he gulped reflexively. “I don't, but I have an idea,” Fredrick murmured so lowly that I thought I had heard wrong at first, moving to jam my fist between his teeth before my mother threw herself between us, playing her hands and facing Fredrick in one swift go. “Is she in danger?” She whispered, and the award went to Mrs. Stephanie McKenzie, the greatest detective of the year! I looked up to see that he was watching me again before he snapped his gaze away to heave a reluctant sigh.

Sure enough, he found her. Elizabeth Allen-Caldwell, Senior Special Agent, Federal Bureau of Investigation. "Holy shit," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. His phone blipped with a new email notification. Sorkin had replied. Well done. You found my pet.

"I will be in touch, Ian, if I decide to take the case." After disconnecting the line, I wait with bated breath for the fax to complete. The first page is a current picture; Zeek pushes through my eyes to get a better look. Harley has always been beautiful to us. Now, as a full-grown woman, she is breathtaking. The next page is her bio. Harley Steel is now Harvey Gibson. I'm impressed; Harley has made a name for herself. The Santa Monica Police Department values Detective Gibson. Well, well, imagine that. My wolf seems to be infatuated with my many employers' worst nemesis, and on occasion, mine too.

“She said Damien may have killed Mrs. Hargrove.” The words hang in the air. Amelia goes pale. “What?” I say. My voice is low. Esme nods again. “Mrs. Hargrove died one month ago. Heart attack, they said. But her assistant... she said she saw Damien there the night before. Arguing. Said Mrs. Hargrove threatened to go to the board about the money missing from Evergreen.” Amelia’s hand finds mine under the desk. Cold. “The assistant sent me files,” Esme says, pulling a USB from her purse. “Bank statements. Emails. She said she’s scared. She said Damien has people everywhere. She said if I gave this to you, you’d know what to do.”

Then the woman hissed, “If this is some kind of prank, I will bury you, whoever you are.” “No, no it’s not a prank! I’m Zara. My mother, her name was Danielle Lucas. She left me with my father, Arthur Sawyer. That… that’s all I know. I hired a private detective, and he found the missing persons report you filed. If you’re Tabitha, I mean.” “I am,” Tabitha replied. There was a beat of silence. “You know, I actually believe you. Who’s this detective?” “Elliot Harris,” I answered.

“People. Places. Fragments. Some of them matched with families who got closure. Some didn’t.” She flipped through the pages, fingers tracing faded ink. Then she stopped at one entry and tore it out gently. “This page… he mentioned three names more than once. A woman named Evelyn Hart, another called Mariam or maybe Odessa, and something else — a code or maybe a name — ‘F.R.E.Y.” My breath caught. “Frey?” She shook her head. “No — he spelled it out letter by letter. Repeatedly. Whispering, sometimes shouting.”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

I wasn't going to let this go "You know more than you're telling me, and I won't let it go until you tell me what you know. You've always prided yourself on being open and honest, and right now you aren't. Please just tell me, for my own peace of mind?" Mum exhaled slowly and then looked me directly in the eye "Her Book Of Light going missing immediately peaked our suspicions, so we started asking questions but all the Police would confirm to her parents was that she had sustained a head wound, and the medical examiner concluded that she must have hit her head on a rock or something. Apparently, there wasn't enough evidence to rule it as anything other than an accidental drowning". Mum pause

he asked Karen "Last week while I was still in New Zealand for work" "Yeah and me too last week " I added "Well according to the autopsy no injuries just a bite mark , no blood found her blood had been drained" he said as Karen held her hands over her mouth and muffled a few words obviously in shock " I fucking New it that bastard killed my mum that fucking bastard I'm gonna hunt you down" I yelled "Do you by any chance know anything about her death?" The police man asked "I'm Detective Vanessa I work for the FBI In Newyork to he precise in Newyork these same thing had been happening and I'm the case was handed over to me , I kept on receiving threat notes from the person " I said finally in