Joe Picket Series Novels & Stories

This was such a picture perfect setting… In this context he didn’t really care that he had made some little adjustments to the scene. This wasn’t a crime scene where shifting lubricant tubes from the floor to the bedside table would mean tempering with the evidence… Finally, with a few disturbing photos taken, Joe exhaled and slid the phone back into the back pocket of his jeans. He picked up the two stuffed Ikea bags, headed out into the hallway and left. Back at the car he was just putting the bags into the trunk when it struck him that there was one more thing he just needed to do…

*** Joe walked solemnly to where Jared King was amidst the company of some scantily dressed women. His boss might be paralyzed but even a disabled man lusted for the finer things of life. Jared relished in the company of other women. “Boss.” He called. The seriousness behind Joe’s tone alerted him. “Go and grab some champagne.” Jared told them, slabbing one of the women’s derriere, making them all squeal like banshees in excitement. “A call came in from the Locks State Prison.” Joe delivered. “Pete Briggs has escaped from the facility for a couple of weeks now.”

However, the risk of discovery got higher every time he did a pickup. Joe came up on the old steel walled warehouse. He saw a hauling truck on the dock that he’d never seen before. It was painted purple with the Hertz Juice logo on the side. Shit, they really are taking precautions, Joe thought and parked his car. He quickly got out of his old gray Pontiac and walked to the building. He wanted to do this as quickly as possible and get out of there. With any luck, he’d be back in town by ten. Joe tucked his brown hair behind his ears as he walked. I need to get a cut soon.

Joe didn't say another word, he just watched as Alexander set his phone camera on a tripod stand —I didn't even know he had that. 'You have sixty seconds to figure out where to start from.' Alex said to Joe. After setting the camera, Joe exhausted his sixty seconds. He put on the light in the basement which was a single light bulb, and announced that he was starting. "The floor is yours." He motioned for Joe to start talking. Joe introduced himself and started his speech , confessing to kidnapping his nephew because of the company , down to attempted murder. When the recording ended, Alex took his phone and tripod stand about to head out of the basement.

he groans trying to act "ah, but you're still dealing on the phone..." Joe the lead of cook county State Attorney’s in Chicago muttered gruffly. "It's okay... I'm used to it, they're going to get even more savage if I don't load them in lie." said John Walker vice CEO of CBS, He was more bothered by Joe's arrival than Diane's call he had predicted, “-what made you come here, this morning, is there anything interesting?" John asked as they just stared at each other in confusion.

, Joe whispers sinisterly as he stares deep into Bale's eyes while they stand face to face with each other, so much so that their noses are almost making contact. "Keep telling yourself that.. Quantico.", Bale replies. "Richards, I swear to go..!", Joe barks, clenching his teeth so hard that his voice sounds so vicious and undeterred. Even Alice in the bathroom gasps in fear that he might get angry enough to punch the D.A. "..But I just don't get it! Why are you defending him? You have lost family to drugs and cartels. You of all people should know how dangerous.." Joe cuts off Richards' speech by grabbing his shirt. As he glowers at him, his eyes begin to display the buoyant flame of fury k

Jake Scott and Joe were equal, equal until Jake was sent to juvie and released three years later. When Jake was released, they reunited but couldn't pick up where they'd left off because Jake was now Hunter and was now always around Hector King and Joe was in no position to be anywhere close to the mafia boss. He was part of the lowest ranking members. After a year and a few months, Hector King had already grown fond of Hunter, so it was easy for Hunter to put in a good word for Joe. Joe was then promoted to a soldier, meaning he stopped selling drugs for Ray and could now get into physical assignments like assassinations which were more fun than selling drugs.

According to Joe's plan, Terry would pose as someone from a "Shifters and Movers" Company. Luckily, they had a black pickup truck in their parking that was from one of the sub branches of Stock's group of companies. Even if Derek saw it himself, he won't be able to make out the real scenario behind the whole play. Joe could have done something like disabling the CCTV cameras footage but then it would have made Derek sure about somebody else's involvement in the whole episode.

I wanted to attack him and punch his face. Joe stepped forward, his patience clearly wearing thin. “We don't want to hurt you, Vito, but you have to cooperate.” Vito laughed again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You can do better than that.” Joe's face darkened. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and showed Vito a video. My stomach dropped when I saw it was Vito's teenage daughter, taken by Joe's men. Joe's voice was low and dangerous. “Is that better? Are you going to talk now?”

The security guard waved us through with a nod, but something felt off the moment we turned onto the private drive. There was a black sedan parked directly in front of the main house—sleek, tinted windows, engine still running. My stomach dropped. Kai’s hand tightened on the wheel. “Stay in the car,” he said quietly. But it was too late. The driver’s door opened. Joe stepped out. He looked exactly the way he always did when he wanted to intimidate—tailored suit, perfect hair, that cold, practiced smile that never reached his eyes. He leaned casually against the hood of his car, arms folded, waiting.