James Or Howard Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

James continued quietly, “everything I’ve helped bury for you and your club gets exposed too.” My expression darkened instantly. There it was. I had a bad feeling about this already. And suddenly one name flashed through my mind. Damian Cross. I pushed off the desk slowly. This exactly has something to do with Damian Cross. James frowned. “I know that look,” he said, "You know something, don’t you?” “Not even a clue.” Then I asked the question sitting at the front of my mind. “Who’s leading the operation?” James shook his head immediately. “That’s the problem.”

He was halfway to the cemetery when he spotted Todd on the parallel street, looked pissed and started heading his way. “I don’t have time for you, man,” James said, not breaking stride. “Scram.” Todd was younger but tough as nails. “Where you are going with that bag?” he asked, eyeing it suspiciously. “Mind your own business,” James shot back, turning away. Todd followed anyway, stubborn as ever. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, pencil in hand, her homework spread out in front of her. “Hey, kid,” James said as he stepped inside.

James' hands brushed each other's remaining dust that stuck to his hands. "Who died first… him or you, Mom?" James sneered sarcastically. He sadly smiled as he pursed his lips. James was silent, still looking at the tomb. That's where he came from, from a woman named Maya Delavina. James took out his phone as someone sent something to him. More like a picture. "Frans Albert Harristian, is that my father's name?" James asked, showing the phone screen as if the tombstone could see it.

He was having a hard time getting rid of them, but they were at least a few car lengths behind them. “Who are you?” Hazel came to her senses and questioned the man. “I am James Howard.” Just when she thought he wouldn’t answer, the man told her his name truthfully. She was stunned for a moment before she asked. “Do we know each other?” She looked closely at James, whose face was very angular and solemn but was somehow reassuring, and that kind of reassurance was typical of a soldier or a policeman. Hazel had often been in contact with the police, but his fierce temperament and killing intent were not what the police would train for.

David said. James appeared taken aback and perplexed, his expression suddenly changed to a mixture of surprise and confusion. He seemed to be struggling to make sense of David's proposition. "Who do you think it is? This person? The snitch?" James asked, his tone serious, as he tried to clarify David's point. There was a deliberate pause in James' statement that seemed to suggest he was skeptical about David's claim. However, David pretended not to notice the hesitation and maintained his composure.

James's stare on him, he looked away. Those two were known for their daily squabble, never agreeing on a thing. Mr. James is a lawyer; egocentric, high sense of fashion(anything cooperate--tuxedos were his favourite),pessimistic in the manner of thinking while Mr. Jones would considered quite a perfect opposite. He is a cowboy--a retired one though.

“One of the investigators I hired is in the US investigating a new lead at the moment so hopefully the time to explain everything to you is near.” Clara was willing to accept that for now. If James didn’t deliver on his promise again, she would have more things to say to him. “I’ll hold you to that,” Clara said. “Was my mother a good person?” It was worth seeing if he would answer the question. “She was and then she fell in with the wrong crowd,” James replied cautiously. “That’s all I will tell you. I still don’t know the full details yet and I don’t want to give you potentially incorrect information.”