Inspector Banks Novels & Stories

“I’m afraid that’s going to be difficult.” “Quirinus Banks is much more scheming than Javier Yates. No mental hospital will be able to keep him locked up.”

Andrew nodded, “Thanks.” I added, “I am going to call an independent investigator from another pack to vet all employees and management from the bank before we start depositing all the money from the safes. My grandfather seriously distrusted the pack bank for a reason. I want everyone investigated and I don’t want anyone in this pack doing the investigation. I want it to be independent.” Andrew nodded, “I will leave that to you. But you need to leave everything else to us again. Okay?” I nodded, “Yes, dad.” He and Jacob laughed hysterically.

I'm James Henson, the Executive Chairman of the committee, formerly of Wall Street’s heavy hitters and your loyal subordinate. "On behalf of Northern Frontier Bank, Northern Frontier Agricultural Bank, Northern Frontier Credit Union, and Northern Frontier Securities Investment Group's thirty-three financial giants, I extend my warmest greetings to you!"

He did not know her fears and so she opted to keep them to herself. ‘I know, but once you pay it won’t even reach that far,’ the Inspector said optimistically. The senior banker was already in his web. He knew where she was found, he would only need to press few buttons, and the entire operation would crumble. He knew the power of losing three gallant men from the same circle with only two surviving. ‘Then it’s done. I will give you half and the balance upon confirmation of the two deaths.’

Banks feigned ignorance, never once averting his gaze from the frame. "New investigations point to you. New witnesses..." Spencer continued, knowing full well that the other man would not easily play along with his game. After a few seconds, Damon tore his eyes away from the frame. He knew that all this investigation, like the ones before it, was focused on his family. He took a seat in one of the chairs opposite Spencer's desk. The environment was much more familiar than he deemed prudent. "You were present the night Benedict died," the inspector accused. Banks reclined in the uncomfortable chair. His superior posture remained unshakeable, despite being out of his comfort zone. Damon twirle

he questioned, a mix of frustration and curiosity in his voice. “We’ll let you know once we find it, Barrington," the inspector retorted, his tone dismissive. He brushed past James, his footsteps echoing through the entrance of the house. "Now, if you would be so kind as to step into the lounge, everyone," he commanded, his gaze sweeping over me and Luke. His eyes lingered on Ronan, but any surprise was expertly concealed. He nodded in acknowledgement. “We need access to your laptop or computer, Barrington, as well as all your personal bank records," the inspector stated.

Banks knew that game too. - "A visit, of course" Spencer set his bag on the chair next to him and took out a tape recorder. There was no reason to be overly professional. He knew Ethan Banks, and Ethan Banks knew him. They both had things to say, but all of them would generate violent lawsuits outside their minds. - "Do the honors," Ethan requested. The inspector smiled with pure scorn. He hated the Banks family with every fiber of his being. He hated their sarcastic humor, their falsely innocent jokes, and their undisclosed crimes. However, in front of Ethan, he had to pretend well.

************* Subsidiary Group The inspection had progressed into the warehouse and operational units. The inspectors continued to take detailed notes, asking questions about inventory management, sales targets, and future projections. Michael’s assistant stayed close by, offering additional data when necessary and also taking notes. The inspection team also meticulously reviewed the storage systems, logistics, and supply chain management, making notes as they walked through the large, bustling space.

Gently, I reach for my phone on the car seat and type a single, direct message. >Me: We will remain together, just not in public view. I despise the insults, and I hate it even more that you were present. Can we just....> Banks takes the device from my fingers, placing it face-down on the leather console beside him. He definitely read the text. I track his expression, but his gaze remains fixed out the window, his jaw clenched into a hard, rigid line. BANKS POV

“You notified him?” Signor Sensi jerked to his feet, sounding dismayed. Norah closed her eyes and prayed to get stuck by lightning or something. Whatever remained of her composure went into free fall. Dammit… The owner of the bank was here! She tried to gather herself to face yet another denigrating expression. “Fabio, it’s protocol… We must do so with something this dangerous to the bank’s reputation,” Ivana said stiffly, adding to the weight on Norah’s heart.