John André Turn: Washington's Spies Novels & Stories

Andre nodded, “the old councilman and his son has no absolute idea of who they are serving, so they weren’t targeted.” “Do you think I care?” I hissed angrily through my teeth and asked, “Can’t you see that if you kill or capture a spy, another one will be planted immediately? And I’m getting fed up with this case seriously Beta, because if it were war, it would have ended a lot time ago.” “I’m with you on this, it’s being a while since Tony went for a run” Andre nodded and adjusted his glasses, then he continued, “So what do you suggest we do Alpha?”

In front of countless cameras, he explained in detail how John had asked him to contact the media, and then had them wait for the elder at the airport, and finally pinned the blame on Jones Enterprise. “You’re making things up!” John was so scared that his lips became pale. “I never expected you to be a spy from Jones Enterprise! Tell me! Who arranged you by my side so you can accuse me when the time’s right?!” “How can you say that?” There was fear and disappointment on his assistant’s face. “I’ve done many things for you, and you still want to refute it? You know how many things need to remain a secret? I’m no fool... I saved evidence for them all!”

Livia Washington's Point of View As our conversation drew to a close, I found myself grappling with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. Despite my reservations, I ultimately acquiesced and committed to staying with them. I couldn't help but observe that Andre is a remarkably intelligent young person. At just four or five years old, he fearlessly speaks his mind, unafraid to share his thoughts and feelings with anyone who will listen. His young mind is already capable of comprehending the world around him, soaking up knowledge and understanding with ease.

she threw her hand in the air. Richie smoothed down his suit and put his legs on the desk. “How’s John? I hear you guy are more than partners now, and um, Billy the chubby one that was shot at one of my joints that you have taken down,” his brows drew close, “he and David cost me a lot of money that day,” he growled. At first, Martha was shocked he knew her colleagues by their name but after giving it a thought she realized it confirmed the fact there was a spy at the station that feeds him with information about everyone.

I had lost that right since the day I signed those divorce papers. If protecting her without her knowing was all I could do to redeem myself from the guilt of divorcing her years back, then I'd do it with my life. “Thank you, John B. Keep me updated.” I ran a hand through my hair as he responded affirmatively before I hung up. Ever since Kiara had dismissed me at Dorchester, I hired John B, one of the best spies in the United States. His job was to keep an eye on Kiara, just in case anything bad happened. He never monitored her daily movements, but according to her current locations.