Joe Picket Books Novels & Stories

“Skip the complaints about me not picking up my phone and skip the crap about the last pleasant talk we had at your car. I can do without that. Let’s get to the point and get it over with, because I’d actually much rather just move on with my life. Especially since you already have.” Totally baffled, she stared at him. “I don’t know what you –” She fell silent when Joe grabbed his pizza box, slid his legs off the bed and got up. He went over to his desk, dropped the pizza box there and started going through the small stack of paperwork beside his laptop. D watched him with confusion. Finally he pulled something out and turned around again. He returned to the bed and sat down on the edge of i

, Park opens a file on his desk. "Keep telling yourself that, bro." Joe echoes, as he puts on his grey suit jacket and starts to bounce away. "Oh please.." Park mumbles, looking down at the files on his desk. Afterwards, he looks back up and yells at Joe who is almost already at the elevator, "Don't forget Joe!.. Tonight! My place!" "Yeah, I'll be there man!", Joe replies, pushing in the silver elevator button and checking his watch. ° * ° * ° (In a small apartment, Downtown New York)

“Joe, what are you doing here? How did you even find me?” He took one hesitant footstep, unsure of how I'd react if he got too close. “I know you have every reason not to trust me, but please, hear me out.” I knew in my guts that he was being sincere and that kept me from turning him away outright. Nodding slightly, I gestured to a pair of rickety chairs by a dusty shelf. We both sat, the old wood creaking under our weight. Joe cleared his throat, looking around before leaning closer. “I’ve been working undercover in the Dark Moonlight pack. The owner of this bookstore, a distant relative of mine, helped me infiltrate.”

"We don't know how long we're gonna be here." "All these books are about crime and law." She looked disappointed. "What you expect?" Hunter grinned. "The man is FBI." "I'll take this one." She held up a book by Grant Hardy. "Ok." "Ahg no, it's a sequel." "What's that?" "Let me just take this one." After she chose another book they went back outside. Joe was sitting opposite Fred, getting a lesson on how to play checkers. Walker was sitting on a rock at the fire. Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his.

“And see if any of their wolves defected, disappeared, or were later spotted among the rogues. If Pierce was building something off the books, it might’ve started there.” Brock nodded. “I’ll start tonight.” “Joe,” I said, turning to him, “can you bring me Pierce’s journals?” Joe blinked. “The ones from evidence?” “Yeah.” “We already combed through them twice.” “Then I’ll comb through them a third time,” I said. “There’s something we’re missing. And I’m done overlooking things just because they didn’t mean anything the first time.” Joe hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll bring them up.”

I was angry for what he did tonight and it made me angrier knowing he wouldn’t believe Condrad and I did nothing. I saw him clench his fists, his jaw tight. “Jake—” “—here,” he threw a brown envelope on the center table, one I didn’t notice he had been holding. “Isabelle is working as the Foster Care Records Coordinator at the city hall. She organizes and manages the paperwork, documentation, and records related to foster children within the system. I made an appointment with her so I could obtain records of your biological parents. She has access to such information that is controlled by privacy and confidentiality laws. I found your parents and confirmed things with her.”

While their posture only proved that they were forced to take that picture. Joe nodded his head in pity and swiped the front picture to the back. Another image had Peter and a girl in a sex posture. All this disgusted Joe that he did not bother looking further. He dropped the picture to lay on the floor while he took the box that laid behind the pictures. A gun was there too. It was hiding beneath the book Joe carried. This book looked as though it were a diary or an account of someone's life story. Joe quickly placed the things back in the box. Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it.

Russell did not work on his personal case. Joe knew he had to find a way to talk to someone about the investigation. Joe desperately wanted to know if Russell had any leads. Did he have any idea who could have kidnapped Tommy? Joe knew when he was released from prison that he would never give up until he found Tommy. The person who took Tommy would have paid. Joe knew Tommy was sick and worried that he wasn't getting the medical care he needed. Joe called Amy and asked her to see Dolly. Joe desperately needed to talk to Dolly to find out what was being done to find Tommy.