Harold Finch Novels & Stories

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She hesitates to leave, she keeps her eyes on me but I don’t look at her. I’m not going to fall for her pity face. Her father must die to pay for his crimes and anyone who stands in my way will die with him. She leaves the room and closes the door. “Did she say anything?” Oliver asks. “Yes. This is where he is. In New York.” I point to the map at the place Justin had pointed at. “That’s a good place to hide. He really had all these planned out.” “Yes, he did. Now we have to find a way to lure him out of his hiding place. We can’t underestimate him.” I insisted.

“This isn’t about revenge. It’s about clearing the path. Fernando is stuck in limbo. He won’t move forward because he doesn’t know if the past is truly gone. I’m going to show him it is. Whether that means Michael disappears forever, or simply becomes irrelevant... well, that depends on Michael.” Harold nodded slowly, as if weighing my words. “You’re certain this is what you want?” I looked into the flames, then back at him. “Yes,” I said. “Fernando is worth it.” There was a moment of silence. Only the soft crackle of fire filled the room. Then Harold moved to the desk, took out a small black notebook, and wrote something inside. “I’ll have my contacts begin the search tonight,” he said. “Di

"That was the name she kept coming back to. She said she was working for a journalist writing a profile, but the questions were too specific. Too personal. A journalist wouldn't know to ask what she was asking." I kept my face completely smooth. "Mr. Finch," I said carefully. "What exactly do you know about Elena Hamilton?" He looked at me with something that was almost an apology in his expression. "Only that the name appeared once in a document I wasn't supposed to see," he said. "And that when I saw it, one of the senior partners took the document directly out of my hands and told me that name didn't exist." The room was quiet. "That's all I know," he said. "I promise you. I came here bec

[“It seems you got the perfect hideout to watch the whole scene. Where are you right now?” Holding a Yaru stone with his hand, Harold replied, “Sitting on a branch of a tree.” He tilted his head to the box beside him and added, “With pizza to entertain myself. The trees in Wayne residence are all firm. That’s a compliment.” Harold took slice of pizza and have a bite. [“Now I feel guilty.” “Abhot wzzhat? (About what?).” “For giving you multiple tasks. You are gathering information about the Konki. You work as reporter, and now, I asked you to watch over Maxine. Am I a bad leader?”]

Harold replied with ten on ten determination. "I also have an automobile industry under SDC." He gotta stop bragging himself. But he's stating the truth. He's that rich!!! "CEO and owner of the whole SDC enterprise, Mr Harold Kingston!!" Dad gave him an impressed look by twitching his lips and shaking his head a little. "I knew I saw you somewhere, I saw you at the charity gala in Florida. The owner of the most powerful and the well known company." Dad smiled. "Yeah!!" Harold replied with a smile.

“When Uncle Cliff sees these numbers, he’ll definitely come onboard.” “He’s tougher than you think, Juliette. Have you ever thought about why he hasn't come on board yet?” Harold scoffs quietly, “That old miser. Stingy as a hawk.” “Don’t worry, Papa.” She scrolls fervently, speed reading for a final check. “What golfer would miss a chance to ace?” Her excitement is spreading a big grin of success on his face. Already he smelled his success—that is until the secretary turns right. Harold halts, refusing to take another step. “Your boss’ office is on the left, young lady.”

I stopped running to catch my breath. "That's what I saw, sir. I ended up losing sight of the taxi. But I'm sure she went to the airport.” “ Right. Call Finley and ask him to track his cell phone and bank account.” “Yes, sir.” I hung up when I heard the answer. Finley was an ally of good years ago. Also known as the most impossible hacker to deal with in the state. So that he was never found by the police, Finley was always changing. We never lost contact, of course.

“Taking down Gideon was a warning shot. But these three—this is the head of the snake.” Harold, seated quietly in the corner, spoke up for the first time. His voice was low and brittle. “Victor Hawthorne was the one who first approached me, years ago. He offered me wealth I couldn’t refuse. And when I tried to step away, he made it clear what would happen if I defied him.” Ava glanced at Harold, seeing the years of guilt carved into his face. She didn’t forgive him—not entirely—but she understood the power The Network wielded.

She funded it with a wire transfer from an offshore account, the money passing through three different banks before it reached the company's coffers. Next, she hired a real estate agent through a third party—a man named Harold Finch who specialized in off-market transactions. Finch was a grey-haired veteran of the industry, a man who had seen everything and judged nothing. He asked no questions about why a wealthy investor wanted to buy a crumbling rental property in a declining neighborhood. He simply took his commission and moved on.