Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

"Jeff, you know me!" "I believe numbers. I believe what adds up," he said, and for the first time, I saw the doubt in his eyes. "And right now, Jane’s confession adds up to a very clean closed case." "Then you must know that Jane being a lone killer doesn't add up! She's not even a Thorne! She’s an employee! She doesn't have the resources to take down a private jet! Or the accident with my parents. Someone was behind her!" "Don't you get it?" Jeff leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "If she’s naming an accomplice, *you* are the accomplice.

He was clearly not interested in cooperating with them. "We've come here to talk about working with you, Jeffrey," Alyssa began, using a more acceptable term. "Work with me? Do you think I'm an idiot, Ms. Alyssa? I nearly died under both your hands. You two want to work with me? What nonsense!" Jeffrey scoffed. "You didn't succeed in killing us, though you wanted to, did you?" Alyssa asked with a faint smile. Jeffrey's brows furrowed. He was a mercenary, a trained hitman. Alyssa's words were insulting his expertise.

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

(LILY POV) “Are you two wasting a resource? I don’t trust the baking skill you possess Lily. Butler Nang! Who told you to let them make mess in my kitchen!” The killjoy commences again his agitation toward us. If ever your going to asked me who is the ultimate killjoy in the surface of the world. It was Jeoff! He is! HE IS! Jeoff was the king of the killjoys! He should be declared as the world’s killjoy EVER! “Jeoff.” He might forget that he was dying human a while ago. But…

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

“To keep you in the dark.” Silence stretched between us. I forced myself to breathe evenly. “Why?” Jeff tilted his head. “Because, sweetheart, if you knew the truth… you’d be dead.” For the first time since walking in, real fear curled around my ribs. Jeff wasn’t lying. He might have been a manipulative bastard, but right now? He wasn’t playing. “You should walk away,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Forget about Nolan. Forget about Lorenzo. Just go.”

I could feel that uncontrollable anger rising and taking over, as I had begun to heave in deep breaths. "Yes, I planned it all for a decade but still I'm no killer, all I did was reveal who the real ones were." "The Jama'atu killed the Commander and you framed me and killed Jeff too," I adduced. "The Jama'atu only created room for everything to play out but you killed the Commander, Lade," he claimed, looking so assured and it had me confused. "Did you see me do it?" I asked. "No but they found your fingerprints and might I remind you, you had an episode that day."

“But it was your jurisdiction at first. I need to know what Bohman found. Those thugs killed Bohman because he was working for me, Jeff. We saw Tsezar and Natasha Ivanka at a swanky fundraiser last night. Tsezar knew about Bohman’s death.” “What did he say?” “Nothing incriminating. He was intentionally vague, but he nearly admitted to killing Bohman.” “You shouldn’t get anywhere near a man like that, Wil.” “Like the men I work with every day? Like Senator Peterson? I’m in the fighting ring, Jeff.” “Are you safe?” “Yes. I’m at Richard’s home under the watchful eyes of a dozen security guards.” Jeff sniffed. I could picture him with a snarl on his face. He hated criminals like Tsezar. It was w