Gone For Good Harlan Coben Novels & Stories

"The diagnosis you gave me three years ago was fake? The cancer spreading to your lymph nodes, fake? Was your last wish to travel the world fake, too? I trusted you! So why did you frame Jocelyn? Why did you trick her into seeing that staged body?" His voice rose with every word, as if his whole world was collapsing. Dwayne pulled me back a step and snapped his fingers. A man in a white coat was dragged in by the bodyguards, shaking all over. "Ms. Harmon paid me 100 thousand to fake the records. Mr. Adkins, I…" "Lies! It's all lies! He's lying!" Alanna screeched.

More money for me. "Now that's that for today. Mr. Amade has completed his pay, so y'all will get credited this night." He turned to face Benji and Dubem again "Ensure you cut all connection we have with Mr Amade and the deceased. Clear the phones and the laptop and dispose them. Kingsley would get new ones tomorrow. And please make sure what happened today doesn't repeat itself again. And I mean ever again." With that he clapped his hands rubbing them together to indicate he was done. Dubem and Benji were the tech guys, they did all the findings and communications before Musa came into any case. While kingsley and George were the shopping guys, they go shop for things needed for any mission

he finally said. Fine by me. I had a few choice words of my own. Come quitting time, I hit the parking lot and there they were: Lucas in the driver's seat and Yvonne riding shotgun. "Yvonne had a client nearby, figured I'd give her a lift," he mumbled, all awkward. 'Right, it was always me begging for an explanation before,' I mused. Yvonne flashed me an apologetic grin. "Sorry for the hassle, Lucas. Harriet, you're cool with this, right?"

When I heard what he had done, I felt absolutely nothing. "By the way, Ms. Granger, Andrew wants me to tell you that he's already signed the divorce papers. The divorce will be final in a month." This was probably the only piece of good news the officer had brought me. As I looked at Carl's excited smile while he watched the performance, I decided not to tell him about this matter. It was better this way. He would get to live happily, blissfully unaware, and with one less thing to worry about. …

I long to be free, but that is a reality that will never be. However, one day my monotonous life took a bizarre turn. I brought in Mr. Daniels’ coffee as I had done for years but instead of him sitting behind his desk an eerily handsome man’s gaze met mine. I dropped the coffee as the man stood and said, “Seize her!” I tried to fight, but I was no match for the two strong men who grabbed me. The eerie man got up into my face. The putrid stench of his breath burned my nostrils and made my stomach churn. He ran his finger along my jaw before his hand wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze, “This one will do quite nicely.” Then everything went black as I was shrouded in the shadows of go

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

The dim bar in Berlin's outskirts hummed with low chatter and clinking glasses. Coby Harlan, 42 now, nursed a whiskey at the corner table, his broad shoulders hunched under a worn leather jacket. Retirement had not softened him, scars from old wounds pulled tight across his knuckles, and his buzzed hair showed flecks of gray. Ten years since that botched op in Kabul, the one that cost lives and shattered his world. He came here on a whim, chasing ghosts, not expecting to find one staring back.

“Yes, but the security clearance is high. Once you’re in, it’ll be at least three years before you can leave. You’ll be off the grid the whole time. Are you ready for that?” “I am.” Tyler paused for a bit. “You were against going before. Are you going because you dumped the kid?” My tears well up. “Yes.” While I dragged my suitcase out of the apartment building, a sports car pulled up by the road. The car window wound down. Gianna sat there. She was supposed to meet the broker tonight to raise the bid on the Tribeca penthouse, but the meeting was moved to tomorrow morning out of the blue. Annoyed, Gianna came by Lorenzo’s apartment to pick up a bottle of red wine promised to her. To her surp

“Mr. Solace, about the overseas branch transfer you mentioned before… I’ve thought it through.” There was a brief pause on the other end before he said, “Jason, this transfer means you won’t be able to return for at least five years. Are you sure?” I looked toward the silhouette that had vanished into the rain and let out a soft laugh. “I’m sure.” Only this time, it wouldn’t be five years. It would be a lifetime. … By the time I got home, it was already late at night. I had planned to light some candles by my parents’ urns.

] [But both Leighton and Harley were Type A, which means the kid couldn't possibly be theirs! [Leighton investigated and discovered that Harley had low sperm count. To get her pregnant, he actually drugged her and had someone else sleep with her!] [Harley had already been pushing her so hard this past year that she was emotionally unstable. The moment she found out, she grabbed a kitchen knife and hacked him to death!] [When the police arrived, she'd already drunk pesticide herself and was dead too.] [Logan, tell me honestly. Isn't this exactly what people mean when they say karma always comes around? No one is spared.]