Ghost Teller Qtt Novels & Stories

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

“I bet you didn’t think you’d be in here again.” Ghost said nothing and looked back up at the ceiling. “Has he said anything?” Matt asked. Carter and Lawrence shook their heads. “You were pretty chatty with the bounty hunter,” Matt stated. “Why talk to him and not the rest of us?” Ghost turned his head to look at Matt. “Because . . . he earned my respect,” he oozed and turned his head back to the ceiling.

Neither of them could. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been helping a ghost?” They stared at each other, then at me. “Is that a side effect of being ghosted by Tycen?” Rayleigh quipped. I rolled my eyes and stuffed chips in my mouth. “Come on, Syd,” Taylor groaned. “Just answer the damn question.” They were relentless—hungry hyenas waiting for a story. “I did.” They mouthed oh in unison. “So, which school?” Rayleigh asked.

~Kai~ “Revolver?” I asked Ghost, pressing my body flat on the wall beside the broken door, glaring at the two bullet holes in the wall across the basement entry. Ghost’s expression was passive. “Smith and Wesson.” It’s probably a strange ability to possess, but Ghost could tell what gun you fired just from the sound of it. It takes years and experience. He was already with Klaus when I met him, and his story was something I’ve always wanted to decipher, but he’s not an open book.

"Don't go looking for things that don't want to be found. Stay focused." The line went dead. Qye slowly lowered the phone, staring at the darkened screen. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her lips. She had heard the hesitation in Specter's voice, the slight lag before he answered. "Interesting," she whispered to the empty, glowing room. "Even Specter doesn't know who the Intel is." She sat back down and picked up her spoon, but the cereal was forgotten. She had a new puzzle to solve. Who was the ghost feeding them information from inside Khaid’s inner circle?

"Miss Montgomery, don't worry. This isn’t the first time we’ve cooperated. Your business is mine! "Oh, I blame myself for my drunkenness and misstep last night, but you said that... Who’s that Quinn..." "Vera Quinn." Meredith repeated impatiently. "You’d better remember it. That’s not Madeline! That b*tch Madeline died three years ago. There are no such things as ghosts in this world! Even if Madeline has really turned into a ghost, I can also make her go away!” Tanner shrank his neck when he heard the word ‘ghost’.

“You always this bossy when your back’s against the wall?” “Answer the damn question.” Blade leaned forward from the back seat, his voice edged with steel. “Quit playing games, Viper. If you know something, say it.” “Relax, big guy,” Viper said lazily. “I’ve got a lead. Word on the street is Ghost’s been squatting in an old steel mill on the east side. Quiet, out of the way. Perfect place to stash a prize.” My stomach knotted. “A prize? You mean my daughter.”

The ghost had spoken. And he was real.