Harry Dresden Novels & Stories

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

He was going to do everything possible to get her forgiveness and get back together. Harry walked into Hedz. One of the biggest PR companies in the state of California. He had a deal to cover with them concerning his latest project. He was dressed in a suit and a turtle neck polo. He held his briefcase in his right hand as a female staff walked up to him. The meeting had already been scheduled and he was a few minutes late.

I said and he still wasn't satisfied. "I'll let you go, If you help me out with something," I said. He was going to make a stupid mistake. Damon left already with Rodriguez to the cemetery to dig out the grave and take drugs. Also handle the problem at the warehouse. We walked to the Interrogation room and I signaled some of the guards to stand outside the door. "He was the one!" Harry yelled the moment he entered. "I don't understand what you are saying," He said as he tried to run.

Damon stood up and reached for something in his back pocket, Harry tilted his head as he searched with a confused look on his face. "Looking for this?" Harry raised the gun Damon was holding a few minutes ago and his eyes almost popped out of its socket. "You know, it's pretty funny how you think you are smart just because you do well with books, you act like you know it all because you are manipulative, but you forget you are useless when it comes to stuff like this, I'd rather be street smart and strong than to be like you. You should be lucky I don't feel like spilling blood today" Harry enunciated and emptied the gun taking all the bullets he let throw the gun on the ground.

“I didn’t give you a signal, I walked away, and I think you should do the same thing.” Harry ignored that when he came closer leaning against the sinks next to him. “I think you’ll find I’m a good listener. I’m a psychiatrist.” “Do you want a medal?” Derrick muttered dryly glaring at him. “Nope, but I’m a strange with no judgement.” “I don’t tell my problems to strangers.” “You should try,” Harry murmured trailing his eyes up and down him. “You’re like a wet dream for this profession.” Derrick licked his lips slowly turning to face him and looked him in the eyes. “I’m a what?”

And walked to his door. She knocked lightly. No response. She hesitated, then tried the handle. It clicked open with ease. “Mr. Declan?” The sight inside stopped her breath for a moment. Harry sat on the leather sofa, tie discarded, shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jacket lay draped over the armrest, a crystal glass of scotch resting untouched in his hand. Papers were spread out across the coffee table, but he wasn’t reading them. He was watching the city.

I asked Harry to find information on the person, I beat that night and just like the genius he is, he found me all the information, in just one day. Carl Houston was a third degree criminal with a white collar, supported by the powerful people. When I found out, I really wanted to know why Celeste decided to work for him. I asked Harry to find information about it as well, but he couldn't find anything. Maybe thats what made me freeze on my spot and listen to their conservation.

Am I still dreaming? He thought and looked again. He saw Ariel there and he cleaned his eyes to be sure of everything. When he looked again and he realized that he wasn't dreaming, he quickly stood up from where he was lying down. Ariel was still trying to break the window. She succeeded after the fifth hit. She broke the window and went inside the room. Damien was really happy to see her and he rushed to hug her, but she held out a sword that was filled with Silver and wolfsbane. She pointed the sword directly to his heart and she threatened to kill him if he neared her. Damien was taken aback and he subconsciously backed away from her. She looked so serious, like she didn't come to play an

The still shocked Zack just sat there wide and frowned as Rodin actually injected something into him and left him weak and drowsy. “I got it. That's all...I need. " Said Harry when Rodin had caught up beside him. “Check the hole… there must be ammunition there… and that hunter man. Kill him this instant. We don't need him anymore. The longer he lived the more dangerous he was, it seemed he was an explosive expert… or a gunsmith. Do it now. " Harry's orders to Rodin and via telepathy to one of the officers manning the underground detention cell.