John Reese Person Of Interest Romane & Geschichten

But they didn't reply instead they have me a full head on glare as if I was going to pull a dangerous move or something of that sort. “What the hell is going on?” I said again and this time a detective with stone carved face stepped. “I am Detective John Powers, NYPD,” he said in a low and intimidating voice that made me want to roll my eyes. “This is Officer Reyes and Officer Malone.” He gestured to two armored figures with ridiculous visors flanking him." "And?" I asked wondering how that was my fucking business. "You barged into my home, broke my door and fucking introduce yourself, what am I supposed to do with that information?"

Willow asked. “There is. I'm Special Agent Josephine Harold, as in the FBI. My now ex-husband is also FBI. Jericho isn't exactly law-abiding if you get my drift. It turns out my dear sweet mate is a person of interest in a case I was working on.” Jo smiled slightly. “Don’t worry, no one in the pack is in danger because of him. It is a very long story about bad men who did bad things to good people.”

He has fair complexion of skin, wearing jeans pant and T-shirt with a pair of white sneakers looking dashing in his casual attire. Oh, welcome, I was waiting for you. said the Chief seeing him arrived Yeah! I was stuck in the traffic, I'm sorry for being late, said the Sketcher. Hello! I am Reese, working as a detective here. Reese introduced herself to him. No it's ok, so my team, this is the man I was talking about. He is an expert in his field. His name is Mr. Andreas. Chief introduced the man to his team. Hello! I am Reese, working as a detective here. Reese introduced herself to him.

“That’s where it gets uglier. I checked your internal surveillance archive. The file was never uploaded to any central cloud. But… your master server had an unlogged access point from an internal device—a cloned one.” John sat up straighter. “A clone? From where?” “Somebody mirrored your system, John. And guess who was in the hallway outside your private suite three days before that footage was created?” There was a pause, then Elliot dropped the name. “Celeste’s assistant. Reese.” John froze. “Wait… Reese? He was helping with Saint’s school enrollment back then.” “And he was on your guest list. No raised flags. But your system logs show his device stayed connected longer than it should have

“That’s why you’re coming with me.” After hanging up, she moved to the kitchen, brewing herself a strong cup of coffee. She made herself a light breakfast but barely ate, her mind occupied by the strange man who had walked into her office yesterday. Gerald Hudson. Or, as she suspected, Jeremy Hudson the boy who was supposed to be dead for twenty years. Soon, Kim arrived. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Kim asked again as she climbed into Reese’s car. “I need to,” Reese replied firmly, gripping the steering wheel. “If he’s who I think he is, then I have questions that need answers.”

The numbers, the names, the truth that had been sitting in an envelope on his doorstep. "Matteo paid someone to kill the captain. Before he could testify. Before he could tell the FBI what really happened." Cole was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was tight. "Who?" "Paul Reese. He was at the precinct. He was one of the ones who—" Alex stopped. His throat was tight. "Reese," Cole said. The name sat in the air between them. "I know him. Good cop. Clean record. Married. Two kids."

IZZY POV “So what do you do, Elias?” Reese asked. I could see his nostrils flaring a little to see if he was a wolf. I didn’t sense a wolf in him, but I wasn’t going to ask. It was kind of like asking someone’s religion or income. If they offer the information, we could talk about it. But only if they offer it. “I’m a bounty hunter,” he said. Kat was clinging to his arm.

Mara woke to the faint, rhythmic hum of the device in the corner of the motel room. She hadn’t plugged it in, yet it glowed faintly, casting pale light across the ceiling. Someone knocked once on the door. Then twice. She slipped from bed, pistol in hand, and checked the peephole. Reese. She opened the door only far enough to let him in. His hair was damp from the rain, his shirt clinging to him. He looked like trouble—tired, dangerous trouble.

Not even for broken empires. From his corner office overlooking Manhattan, JM Reese watched the sunrise crawl slowly across the skyline pale gold bleeding into glass and steel. It had been months since Eva’s arrest, but her shadow still lingered in headlines, in whispers, in the scarred reputation of a man who had loved her too long. He wasn’t the same man anymore. The sharp suits, the arrogance, the constant hunger for domination gone. Now, the once-feared CEO of Ross Global Media sat quietly behind a modest desk in a small consulting firm. No entourage, no bodyguards. Just a man rebuilding from the ashes.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.