John Reese Person Of Interest 소설 & 이야기

he replied "Oh well, I'm Freddie Johnson ". A young lean man replied. He looks like he fed on drugs all his life. He had a drunkard look and personality already. His ribs could be seen through his white transparent plain tee and his almost brown tooth shown vividly as he smiled to the police officer. "And I'm Dicky Reign" A newspaper editor. "I'm inspector Ryan" the police man said. "So, you said you all here to talk about the Werners? "Yes" the drunken looking man started. I only worked for Eric Werner.

How did this get here? To confirm, Reese pressed the power button. The familiar wallpaper of his cat was on the lock screen just like how he remembered it. It's not a mistake. This is indeed his personal phone. The officer shrugged his shoulders. "He didn't say his name, sir. But he did instruct me to do something once you asked who he was." Jerick, who has been silent for a while now couldn't help but ask, "Why did you let a suspicious person instruct you like that?"

I did whatever I wanted and now I wouldn't stop just because this guy seemed incapable of interpersonal relationships. When I saw steps behind me, I looked up. Reese came down the path with a cigarette in his mouth and, as always, pretended I didn't exist. Would he ever get tired of it? Until then, I definitely wouldn't let myself be left behind. So I pushed myself off the fence and joined his side. "So what did the police say?" "The usual." Great reply. "And what is the usual?" "Do you want to piss me off with your questions the whole time, or can you shut up?" He took a deep drag. "Man, with the chatter you can hardly hear your own thoughts."

Cautiously, the man looked over her, taking in her short dress, make-up and aura with judgemental eyes. He had seen girls like her who pretended to be homeless and ended up robbing the park. Not on his watch was that repeating itself. His countenance changed immediately. "Who are you and what are you doing here?' "I…" Reese was at loss for words. "I'm waiting for a friend," she decided on and said. "Waiting for a friend or pretending so you can vandalize government properties?!" Taken back by his rude onslaught, she gaped in shock. "But I-"

In a place like this—where lies were currency and truth was lethal—it must feel like a curse. “What a misfortune for all these people to have him around. He says everything as he sees it.” “He can’t lie,” Reese confirmed, doubling down with absolute certainty. He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I believe every single word out of his mouth. If he says he saw her, interacted with her, then he did. I just… I have a hard time believing she’s actually alive. Something doesn’t sit right.” That sick, twisted pang hit my chest again—the one that flared every time her name left his lips. Penny.

Oscar said and he nodded and sat down. "Who is he? " Maribel asked confusednot knowing who he was and so were Maya and Mimi. "This Joey Reagan......He is the private detective investigating the hit on Mimi. " Oliver revealed and the ladies nodded. "Did you find the evidence we needed? " David asked impatient because he wanted Noel out of their lives as soon as possible. "Yes I did but not what we expected. " Reagan said confusing all of them. "What do you mean? " Oscar asked not liking the situation.

Showing me that Jake was the brother with manners, Zach the brother with humor, and Caleb… well… he was fucking perfection in my humble opinion. “Just thought I would drop by with some good news. We caught the guy who broke into Reese’s place last night. Turns out he’s a drug addict, desperate for some quick cash or medicine. We caught him a couple of blocks down, already trying to break in to someone else’s home.” Jake spoke, taking me by surprise. Zach also joined in, a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

" I just have a few questions, I was hoping you could help me with, can we talk somewhere?" Jessica and Detective Silverman walk into Jessica's office, she walks around her desk to find a seat and signals, Detective Silverman to have a seat "I think I'll stand if you don't mind" "Did you catch the killer of those guys that attacked my friends and me?" "We're getting close, but we think the same killer struck again and we have a person of interest." Detective Silverman pulls out his phone and shows Jessica a picture of Roger and Jasper when they were having their conversation. Jessica becomes tense she's not sure if she should tell Detective Silverman about her relationship with Roger. "Do yo

“Remember when I mentioned earlier that there was one real name I knew?” My pulse spiked. I nodded once. “The Party Man.” Reese’s voice dropped. “I saw him in the tapes. I recognized him from a news broadcast before I ever understood what was going on behind the scenes.” The kitchen felt like it tilted sideways. “Who is he?” My voice was barely audible. Was it a club owner? A man obsessed with debauchery? Parties? Orgies? Was that the reason behind the alias? Reese looked at me without blinking. “The Party Man is Senator White.”

He suggested for him. "Yeah, that's very much appreciated." Rig then walked out of his office and log his computer off. Taking his jacket and walked out of the station. But as soon as he descend the cemented stairs of the structure, he saw a man leaning on a black and gold GTO across the street with both if his hands in his pocket. He definitely knows who that man is, he saw him once and he's been looking for him for since he rescued Finley from him. A criminal with just a record and nothing more than selling and distributing drugs. No other than Joshua Brenner.