James Patterson Private Series Novels & Stories

"Never sell information to the Russians? Never help them target my wife?" "I didn't!" His voice rose. "I swear on my life, I didn't help anyone target your wife. I don't even know what you're talking about." CATARINA I watched from the monitor in the adjacent room, my eyes tracking every micro-expression on Patrick's face. Jameson was good—controlled, methodical, intimidating without laying a hand on the man. But he wasn't trained to read body language the way I was. Patrick was lying. Not about everything. But about something.

I must. I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me. I blink in confusion. “Yes?” “Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar. Just like Mikolaj fuckin Josef, this man is scary. Not in looks, but in personality.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—him smiling at her, her laughing, it drove me crazy. Without much pondering, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. Patrick. A private investigator I had used in the past. Quiet. Efficient. Discreet. I hit dial. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "This is Patrick." “Patrick. It’s Liam Garvalle.” "Well, well, if it isn’t Liam Garvalle. It’s been years. What brings you back to me? Need dirt on a business rival? Someone trying to assassinate you? Maybe another pack plotting against you?"

And I want to know why my father believes he has the right to tell my tale without asking. "Okay. Then that is what we will do. "We?" "Grace, if your father is correct about Santos, then we were both duped by someone we trusted. If he's incorrect, he's spreading misinformation about a federal agent who saved our lives. Either way, this affects both of us. That evening, they drove to the major bookstore downtown, where Patricia had stated that advance copies were available for media inspection. The book was titled "Justice Delayed: A Prosecutor's Memoir," and Richard Patterson's portrait on the back cover depicted a man Grace scarcely recognized……... .older, grayer, and wearing the kind of sa