John Reese Person Of Interest の小説・ストーリー

COUNTY JAIL, VISITATION ROOM 3. Reese looked different in orange. Hair grayer. Shoulders smaller. No tailored suit to hide the weight loss. He looked like a man who’d slept on concrete for 72 hours. But his eyes were the same. Cold. Calculating. “Good morning, Mrs. Knight,” Reese said. His voice had a slight echo through the jail microphone. “Or should I say Ms. Vane?” “Don’t,” Adrian said. Quiet. Deadly. “You don’t get to use that name.”

“It’s all conjecture at this point…I’m gathering the full story…don’t worry. The main thing is Cory, I need to get Quinn away from that asshole permanently, and I don’t think it’s going to be easy, I can’t be seen to be involved in anything as a direct strike at Antonio, it will start a war…I need to keep to the background.” “What full story are you gathering?” “Who she is exactly…” Reese’s eyes went dark and Cory frowned. “Who do you think she is?” Reese shrugged. “Collateral for something…something big.” Cory looked away, his jaw ticking. “This is why I hate you gangster mother fuckers.” Reese just watched him silently with an intense gaze. Cory closed his eyes and let out a sigh before tu

Reese got scolded by the head maid. She got home so late after running an errand. Although she brought the berries that she had to buy from the supermarket, the head maid still got mad, saying that she’s being so irresponsible for her job. ‘I got into an accident after saving a man from the danger,’ Reese wanted to say this. But somehow, she cannot. She cannot seem to share the information about the rich man whom she saved a moment ago. Why? Because there’s someone who will benefit if the man’s identity was revealed.

Minutes later the door opened to reveal a slim wiry young man with glasses standing at the door. “Oh you’re here, come in. "What took you so long?” Reynolds asked as the young man stepped in and shook hands with him. “Mr. Bennet, I’m sorry for taking so much time. Traffic was crazy” the man said to Reynolds as they clasped their hands in a handshake. Reynolds turned to the Lieutenant who was looking at them in confusion. “Lieutenant Hoffman this is Detective Jones, I’ve hired him to carry out the investigations on this case” Reynolds said and the Lieutenant felt his blood pressure rise in silent panic.

Reese said, "Our station has been investigating a homicide for six months, and we still haven't found the killer yet. The murderer has strong counter-investigation abilities, and their skills in dismembering a body are extremely refined. They are capable of extracting the internal organs of the victim intact. We suspect that the perpetrator is either a professional mortician or a student in mortuary science." As Reese spoke about the case, Liora observed his expression closely. His expression went from playful to serious in an instant, displaying a dedicated attitude toward his work. Liora pouted and averted her gaze from Reese. "I understand. You would like my help in finding the murderer."

he said in Spanish, then switched to English for clarity: “Irish national. Educated in England. Multiple aliases. Owner of several properties in Costa Rica and Panama.” Sean leaned back: “I prefer entrepreneur.” The officer did not smile. At his side sat the man in a dark suit who had not spoken yet. The American unfolded himself from the chair and finally spoke: “Special Agent Daniel Reeves. Federal Bureau of Investigation.” Sean ignored the American, and inclined his head towards the woman: “And you must be Interpol. The woman nodded. “Claire Dumont.” Sean leaned back in his chair, his mind rapidly doing the math. So.

Reaper stopped in front of the last one and knocked twice. "Come in," a deep voice commanded. He pushed the door open and shoved me inside. I stumbled but caught myself, straightening to face the man behind the desk. The guy was exactly what I expected: mid-forties, heavily tattooed, with a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. His eyes were calculating as they appraised me. "Found her asking questions about Johnston," Reaper reported. Venom leaned back in his chair, fingers intertwined. "Is that so? And what's your interest in dead bikers, sweetheart?"

Soon she'll call back. - What a drag. That's why I'm not getting married. Will stared at his friend before entering the department through the glass door. He knew that Rey didn't get married or start a relationship because he was a cheap man who liked late nights. Just. (...) A few days later. Will was more involved than ever in his work to find the organization and the criminal by the name of Canino. He had recently received very important information from the undercover police officer, Peter, and so he spent Saturday and Sunday at the police station, taking mere naps on the couch in his living room.

Lifeless still bodes dropped to the ground as I used one of the tables as a defense and steadied the gun into focus each target. None of my targets were Leonardo. Fuck! That means he’s either escaped or has a bigger force than we had a magnet. On the positive side, hopefully, Reese had killed him, if he was dead, I was happy. As long as it was like that. Just then, I realized that all of the bodies were dropped to the ground and no longer had any life in them. Reese entered the hall from the left with his white shirt filled with blood red. “You ok?” He asked while checking all of the bodies and I was clocking my gun as it was out of bullets.

She deserved peace, not fear. So I hired detectives—my best men—to scrape every alley, every hideout, until Adrian was found. I’d be the bait. Adrian wanted me. He’d come because he thought he could intimidate me. “Are you sure about this, Mr. Reyes?” asked Jackson Reyes, the leader of the team. Jackson was sharp, analytical, and never spoke without first assembling the fragments in his mind. His voice was level, but the tension in the room hummed under every syllable.