Fisher Catherine Incarceron Novels & Stories

“She’s been living with Julian, pretending to be you. And from everything I’ve uncovered, she’s done it seamlessly. No one suspects a thing.” Lexi’s expression twisted into one of fury and heartbreak. “So, what you’re saying is that Julian can’t even tell the difference between me and this… imposter? After everything we’ve been through?” I nodded solemnly. “It appears that way. But there’s more.” I opened the file and slid a few papers toward them. “Catherine, who should’ve been in prison for her crimes, was moved to an asylum instead. The psychiatric doctor declared her mentally unstable—something that I suspect was orchestrated.”

"That's not possible. You can't do both." "Marcus thought he could. Train children as weapons while believing he was preparing them for harsh realities. Maybe Catherine thinks the same way." Rousseau had been investigating Catherine quietly. She called with an update. "Catherine Chen is clean. Legally. No criminal record. No suspicious financial activity. She divorced Marcus twenty years ago. Moved to London. Became a successful therapist. Everything checks out." "Too clean?" "Maybe. But I can't find evidence of network involvement. If she's the twelfth Council member, she's hidden it perfectly."

One of the pliceen spoke up. "Can you just go straight to the point already" Jace snapped. "There she is,Miss Catherine Jones,you are under arrest for the murder of your father,Mr.Gabriel Jones, you have the right to remain silent for anything you say or do can or will be used against you in the court of law". Catherine stood at the foot of the stairs,tears streaming down her cheeks but the emotion in her eyes contradicted the tears. Pride,No remorse.

Marissa POV FCI Phoenix Day Four Catherine arrived at exactly 2 PM. They brought me to a small attorney conference room barely bigger than my cell, but it had a real table and two chairs and a door that closed for privacy. Catherine looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes, hair not quite as perfect as usual, tension in her shoulders. "You look terrible," I said. "You look worse. Solitary is already taking its toll." She set down her briefcase. "How are you holding up?"

Eden dropped the tray just after the door and set to turn back. “Put it closer, I thirst and hunger and the wolf’s bane has drained me of all my strength.” Catherine’s voice had suddenly lost its authority and now sounded weary and thin. Eden somehow felt pity for her, at first she thought it would be a prank but then, she lifted the tray from where she had earlier kept it and put it close to Catherine. Catherine’s wolf side was fully awake so she grabbed the drawstring off Eden’s dress, led her to the ground and tied it around her neck. Then she removed the belt that held her dress and tied Eden’s hands and feet together as well as her lips so she would not utter a word.