Henley Reeves Now You See Me 2 Novels & Stories

My eyes wide as I stare at the two of them. From Asher to Archer and from Archer to Asher. And then it hits me. What the actual fuck?! -

I take a few hesitant steps toward the beach, and that’s when I see him. Damien. He’s standing at the altar, dressed in a dark suit, looking straight at me. My heart stops. My mind goes blank. I’m sure I’m supposed to feel something but I can’t. My heart’s pounding too and my head’s spinning. “What is he doing here?” I whisper, frozen in place. Breonna glances at me. “Guess you’re about to find out.”

He smiles. I place the drinks down and grab the popcorn, putting it into two bowls. “I can always make more. Don’t eat it so fast you pigs” The second the bowls are out of my grasp they are stuffing their faces like wild animals. “I’m picking the movie” I grab the remote from Andrew and flick through the movies, landing on Mean Girls. A classic. “Kisses, come on. That’s boring” Cody rolls his eyes. “Shut up. You’re boring” I press play, getting under the blanket.

Then, the cops showed up and nothing more useful happened. Heather opened the video again and watched as the small woman walked in and out of the herb shop and chills ran down her spin. Heather is sure that this person is not a strenger to her at all. And she can't put her finger on this unsettling feeling she is having as she watched the video over and over again. Heather was on the verge of giving up when she got a phone call from one of her friends that worked at the DEA. "Hello." She sounded tired as she spoke to Luther who also happened to be her ex.

Isabella's POV Aunt Genevieve arrived like a hurricane in haute couture. The dove-gray Rolls purred up the drive at exactly ten. She stepped out in sunglasses big enough to have their own postcode, a cream silk jumpsuit, and heels that could double as weapons. One look at my borrowed hoodie and leggings and she clapped manicured hands. “Darling, we’re burning those. Today you’re being reintroduced to the world as a Hartford, and Hartfords do not hide in tour merch.”

Call me when you see this. Unknown number: You should have taken the deal. With shaking hands, I opened a news app. The top headline made my blood run cold. "Breaking: New Evidence Suggests Elena Cross Murder, Not Suicide" Below it was a video player with a blurry thumbnail. I clicked on it with trembling fingers. The video quality was poor, grainy and dark like it had been filmed on an old camera, but the content was clear enough. A man's figure, tall and broad-shouldered, standing over a woman who was on the ground, his hand was wrapped around her throat, her body thrashing weakly beneath him.

There was not a single trace of Isabella left. They looked at each other. And in each other’s eyes, they saw the same thing. Panic.