Fugitive Novels & Stories

In fact, Don beat him up without attempting to talk to him. Hunter looked glum. He was not as arrogant as before. He approached Don humbly and asked courteously, “To what do I owe the visit, Chief Braders?” “We received a tip from the public that fugitives are harbored at your premises. We are here to investigate.” Don did his job. So, the police were there to arrest fugitives? Hunter was stunned. There were indeed fugitives hiding out at the dealership. As a prominent figure in the criminal underworld, Cronus had a network of individuals working for him, including fugitiv

"Good. Question the drivers. See if they saw anything. Then contact the taxi company dispatcher with a description. I'm calling Interpol." Suslowicz looked surprised. "You're putting this on the wire?" Romano regretted the potential embarrassment, but he saw no other choice. The first hour was critical. Fugitives were predictable the first hour after escape. They always needed the same thing. Travel. Lodging. Cash. The Holy Trinity. Interpol had the power to make all three disappear in the blink of an eye. By broadcast-faxing photos of Jim and Sophie to Paris travel authorities, hotels, and banks, Interpol would leave no options - no way to leave the city, no

"My offshore tracking team just hit the jackpot." Adrian frowned, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you talking about?" "Maxwell made a mistake," Sophia said, leaning over the desk with a sharp smile. "A massive, arrogant mistake." For months, Maxwell had been operating like a ghost. He had used complex legal loopholes, fake names, and hundreds of shell entities across three continents to move his money without getting caught. He was an international fugitive, strictly forbidden by court orders from executing international wire transfers or controlling foreign healthcare assets.

The chains were cold. But chains had held me once before. And I had broken them. In Bengaluru, Hussain Chacha opened his dhaba to find Ravi gone. No note. No wages collected. Just an empty spot by the tandoor and a faint smell of blood no amount of scrubbing would ever remove. Police came later, asking questions. Hussain shrugged those thick shoulders. “Good worker. Quiet. Maybe went home.” Far north, in the valley of Shadowfang—across an ocean and a world away from the heat and dust of India—the satellite phone rang once in the night.

He looked at the satellite image, the 'Eye in the Sky' that had found him while he was busy painting his little horizons. "A million dollars for a rock in the ocean?" Rafferty asked, his voice cracking. "Crazy, right? But hey, get this—the guy who’s looking? He’s a fugitive himself now. Broke out of that high-security psych ward upstate back in November. Pure chaos. The cops can't find him, but he’s still spending money like water through shell companies." The glass in Rafferty’s hand shattered. He didn't feel the shards bite into his palm. He didn't notice the blood blooming across the white bar rag.

"We're not destroying innocent people to save ourselves." "Not destroy. Just redirect. Make Cross waste time investigating someone who's not you." Marcus pulled up files. "There's a family in San Isidro American couple, three kids, similar ages to yours. He's actually a fugitive, embezzlement charges, hiding here legally because Argentina doesn't extradite for white collar crime. If Cross investigates them, he'll find a real fugitive. Just not the one he's looking for." "And that buys us how much time?"

Eve nodded satisfied with her answer. "Your first mission....." Eve went through the file and sighed...it seemed they were all getting missions related to their families. "There's a wanted psychopath phedophile, he has been going from city to city ruining young girl's lives by dating them and them raping them and leaving them with irreversible traumas....." Anna stared at the man's picture in disgust. "His name is Jackson Filler and we have been searching for him for quite sometime now. We have finally spotted where he is hiding but we need to lure him out without alerting him. He is an expert at escaping if I might add"

My eyebrows furrowed, and I turned to see Cassius eye the door like an old friend. “This was the escape Elijah and his mother took to hide during the war.” He replied when he saw my confusion. I felt my body instantly tense knowing now more than ever that the bastard had something going on behind our backs. Maybe he didn't and I was completely wrong. But my gut was telling me otherwise and it's always right. Like something was telling me to do something. Opening up the trap door and squeezing through, Cassius and I automatically noticed the crack growing wider. It was now the width of a quarter.

All of them looked at Zakir nervously, wondering what he was going to do next. At this time, Zakir walked up to the auction stage, picked up the microphone, and arrogantly said, "Everyone, it is fate that we were able to meet here today in this manner, so let me introduce myself first.” At this point, Zakir cleared his throat and said, "My name is Zakir Luiz. I'm from the north, and I am an A-class fugitive wanted by the police. I’ve escaped all the way to Aurous Hill, but I didn't expect to be discovered by the police while I was buying a pack of cigarettes at the subway entrance. I had no choice but to hide here and take everyone as hostages."

Sasha I’m so close. The only thing stopping me from brushing at his cock with my foot is what remains of my tattered morals. Most of that fabric was taken by the wind. I couldn’t even dress myself with it if I tried. Still, it’s enough to keep me warm. Else I look for shelter in sinful places. My father’s bed, for example. Though sleeping with him couldn’t be quite as reprehensible as what his thumbs are doing to the arch of my foot. I’m trying to think about Sandy Hook to steel my thoughts. Fruitlessly, at that. December 20th, 2012