John Reese Person Of Interest Novels & Stories

And in a flick of a moment, my brain possessed all the questions and the theories that he had come up with an attempt to solve the complicated case. “Miss Ellie Parkinson, I'm Secretary Jason Fox, head of the London Police Criminal Intelligence,” he announced, in a hoarsely agitating voice. “Now without wasting any moment of this crucial interrogation, let me ask you the obvious question. What was your objective behind the cold-blooded murders of Emily Billings and Broderick Barnes?” “I didn't kill them, Mr. Secretary,” I asserted loudly, refusing to withhold my gaze.

Pissed at myself mostly because I had imagined what doesn’t exist with Aaron. I drop my bag on the bed and head to the bathroom. I just have to remember my place. An accessory in this world. The cold glare in Aaron’s eyes flashes through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Where did the soft spoken man from the man before go to? Third Person POV Reese sits behind a rickety desk in a smoke-filled room. The dim light of the screen illuminates his face, highlighting the harsh lines etched around his eyes and the cruel scar on his mouth.

Detective Wade abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned. “And please, don't tell Jessica that we came here asking about her. It might scare her,” he requested. Wheatley and Brenda nodded. The cops walked out of the bank. All these incidents revolved around Jessica. It was obvious to detective Wade that the Juarez guy was somehow connected to her. “There is some connection between that Juarez guy and Mrs Peterson,” Carl said as soon as he entered the car. “See? You ARE a goddamn genius,” Wade said as he ruffled his hair. Carl was proud for a moment until he realized that Wade was being sarcastic.

Aviva chuckled seeing her face. "Shut up...I am not going to give you any answers...now drive home..." Reese glared with fake anger. "Ok ok...but baby let me tell you...you didn't tell me but you can't stop me from finding out who the person is?" She started the car with a grinning face. -------- When all this was going on in Reese's life, there was one person who is keenly keeping an eye on her life...Kavin Beck, Reese's uncle.

I didn't have any pickups or repairs planned for today. I dropped the wrench, wiped my hands on my jeans, and stepped out into the open. I watched as five men got out, big, built, with tattoos peeking from under their leather jackets. Their eyes scanned the place until they landed on me. One of them, with short blond hair and a scar slicing down his cheek, walked forward. “Reese Carter?” His voice was deep and cold. My stomach twisted. “Yeah? What’s this about?” He didn’t answer. He looked back at the others and nodded. Two more men moved toward me. I stepped back, feeling my pulse spike.

Into the room. Dominic's hand finds the small of my back. Brief. Warm. Completely deliberate. "It will be," he says. I want to believe him. I almost do. And then my phone buzzes with a news alert that makes every carefully constructed plan in the room feel suddenly very fragile. "Breaking: Chicago Police name person of interest in Felix Maddox homicide." I open it. The name below the headline is not Nora Reyes. It is mine. I just stared at the phone.

I still had a little time before he usually showed up. “So… you’re really doing this?” I turned toward the familiar voice beside me. Danny. My partner from the Special Investigation Unit. He’d looked worried ever since we arrived. I slipped my phone into my purse. “I don’t have much of a choice.” “Zara.” He lowered his voice. “We’re talking about Reins Eiser.” “I know.” “You know what people say about him.” Of course I did. Every cop knew his name. No one had enough evidence to arrest the mafia boss. But every time another body turned up…

"What's happening?" "No idea. We should come to the guild. Jilin wants to show me something. " "And what?" I shrugged unsuspectingly. “She didn't say that. We should hand over the supervision of the police and get on our way. " "Fantastic." Grumbling, Reese rose and stomped sullenly over to the police force. He didn't like being called off in the middle of duty. His fight against the proles took place on the street and any interruption just annoyed him terribly.

"Only one man managed to get that far. We looked into him... and what we found was even more interesting." A small smirk tugged at my lips. Not out of amusement. Out of reluctant admiration. Whoever this man was, he had impressed me. "Who is he?" The technician switched to another screen displaying a personnel file. "Reyes. That's all we know. No surname. No confirmed nationality or origin. Former spy. Now working as an assassin and undercover operative for some very dangerous people." I narrowed my eyes. "Don Julian." I exhaled quietly. "This has to be his doing. Joe doesn't have the connections to hire someone like Reyes."

“Hundred percent. Please just give Tina a call for me and tell her to schedule Mr. Wilson with one of the lawyers tomorrow at ten. I’m not handling his case again.” “Wow, you sure?” “Certain.” I handed him my phone. Carlos knew my passcode. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. No answer. Reese lived in one of those standalone apartments. I never liked them. I preferred buildings with lobbies and more security. I rang again, but still nothing. Then I tried the handle. It wasn’t locked, so I stepped inside—and that’s when I saw it. A gun. Pointed directly at me.