Novelas y relatos de Jasper Hale

Or wishing they were dead. Neah stands beside me. Silent. Her gold eyes fixed on the screen. Through the bond, I feel her rage. Cold and deep and absolute. "Where is the facility?" she asks. Jax changes the image. Map of the region. A red dot in the mountains. "Here. Between Eastern Ridge territory and neutral ground. Protected by geography and by Hale's remaining loyal wolves." "Hale," Marcus says the name like a curse. "He's been feeding Kessler intelligence and protection for over a year."

"Which means Hale had warning." "How? Razor was with us. His devices were dark." "Morrison is looking at it. But Jenna." His voice was steady but the weight in it was significant. "Hale has owned federal officials for twenty years. It is possible the warning did not come from inside this compound." I sat with that. Victor Hale. Sixty-three years old. Twenty years of building something invisible and enormous. A man who had survived three federal investigations by owning the people running them. A man who was now running.

It would take me more than ten bottles to get me drunk, however, the scorching hotness of the liquid running down my throat and the bulky contracts to read, both on paper and my laptop, gave me something else to worry about. A guard enters my office. I told him not to let anyone in if it wasn't for breakfast. I wasn't hungry; all I wanted was to see Scarlett so I could remind her that the clock was ticking. It wasn't going to be long before the deadline was over. I'm not a patient man; that was the most calm I'd ever been in my life, and it was all because of her. Sixty days might look distant, yet in the end, it was only a matter of time. "Harrison Cage is here for you, Alpha Jax," he annou

“We’ve still got a traitor to take down tonight. That’s what matters.” The briefing room felt too bright when we stepped inside. Investigator Hale was already there — a small, no-nonsense woman in her fifties with eyes that seemed to cut straight through bullshit. She stood, shook Killian’s hand with a firm grip, and gave me a quick nod. “Hale,” she said. “Let’s not drag this out. Walk me through the timeline. Start to finish.”

And this time, it might be even more powerful. He looked at the transition documents in his hand. This was his way of giving Hazel strength. Giving her a foundation, an identity, and a sense of pride that could serve as her shield. If she had to go to war—whether against Diego, Cassandra, or her own ghosts—at least she would do it as Hazel Quinn, the rightful heir, not as a lost and vulnerable girl. With a heavy heart full of prayers, Jasper went back to his paperwork, trying to focus on numbers and legal clauses. But in the back of his mind, one name kept echoing like a warning.

"And I definitely don’t like whatever this new group is. It’s creepy." I nodded in agreement. "We’re trying to figure it out, Lila. We just need a bit more information." Lila sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "All I know is that Maya met him at one of the old meeting spots in the woods. After that, she was different." Another dead end. Whoever this person was, he was careful. It was like he’d erased any trace of his identity. * * * Our final interview was with a boy named Jared, who had a reputation for being a bit of a joker. He leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers.

Shane gave him a brief glance, then motioned for him to come closer. ... Meanwhile, Haley received a call from the police station. "Miss Haley, this is the Jasper City Police Department. A prisoner wants to see you." Haley paused, puzzled. "Is it Sue or Xena?" There was a moment of silence on the other end before the officer spoke again. "Neither. It's Mr. Joe Carter." Haley's eyes widened in surprise. Joe... was asking to see her? Memories she had long forgotten surged back, like rising tides threatening to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, pushing down the tumultuous emotions and memories.

Stella pulled a sad smile. "I still remember that day. I was the one who brought them to the assignment and I watched them die in front of me, one by one. If Hale was not the spy, I would be watching my only living comrade die in front of me. I will not be able to sleep and eat well for the rest of my life. Even if I had reported it, I will still save her," Jasper said.

Jasper looked hesitant for a moment before raising a hand and giving Amelia a thumbs-up. "Today, we have specially invited Mr. Hale to usher in the festivities of Megatech's opening. Let's welcome him with a warm round of applause! "Mr. Hale is a pioneer of our country's science and technology field, and has been devoted to scientific research throughout his entire career. With his blessing, Megatech's journey from here on is bound to be a success. Hopefully, with achievements as stellar as those of Mr. Hale himself." The mention of Mr. Hale's name sent shock rippling through Amelia and Jasper. They had never heard from their mentor that he'd be coming today.

A few minutes later, a tall man in a dark suit entered his office — his personal assistant, but also someone Jasper trusted with private work. “Sir?” Adam said. “I want you to keep an eye on Miss Hale for a few days. Quietly. Don’t let her know.” Adam frowned slightly. “Is there a reason?” Jasper looked out the window. “She’s been on edge lately. I just want to be sure she’s safe.” “Understood,” Adam said, nodding. “And Adam,” Jasper added, “if anyone suspicious shows up near her, you call me first.” “Yes, sir.” When Adam left, Jasper sat for a moment, fingers tapping the desk slowly. He wasn’t sure why this mattered so much to him — she was just an employee. Smart, hardworking, mysterious.