Romans & histoires John Reese Person Of Interest

Reyes' smile twitched, irritation flashing across his face. "...Reginald Hemsworth." The agent nodded once, jotting it down. “Let's start there." Reyes scoffed softly, shifting in his chair. Pain flashed across his face. But he ignored it. "You've been impersonating Daniel Reyes for years," the agent continued. "Identity theft. Murder. Organized crime. Domestic terrorism—" Reyes laughed. "You make it sound so... ugly." The agent's pen paused. "It is ugly." Reyes tilted his head slightly, studying him.

“He’s not ours.” “Is he a known quantity to the inquiry.” Another pause. “He’s on a list of persons of interest. We’ve been trying to locate him since the network freeze. He dropped off grid four hours ago.” A pause. “Ms. Adeyemi. If Rowe is reaching out to you independently it means he’s made a decision to break from Reeves. People who break from Reeves do it because they’re about to be thrown under the bus or because they have something the bus can’t run over.”

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.

Evander asked Rey, his colleague from the police force. Rey was a young man from Evander's cohort, tall and well-built with fair skin. Unlike Evander's straight, neatly trimmed hair, Rey was more free-spirited with shoulder-length, wavy hair. His job as an intelligence officer didn't require him to dress as formally as a typical police officer. In fact, no one would guess that beneath his stylish, TikTok-influencer-like clothes, there was a gun and handcuffs. Rey sighed for a moment. "Do you have any other suspicions?" he asked.

“If they’re mugging people, I’m stopping them. If they’re just getting on with their own life without hurting anyone? Live and let live.” “Un-live?” I wonder aloud. Reese chuckles. “Yeah, whatever. I don’t want to fight you, man. I’ve had enough of fighting people just because my great-great-great-great-grandfather was fighting their great-great-great-great-grandfather.” I take a breath. I’ve got lucky so far, trusting people that it might seem reckless to trust. “Jade was Turned.” “That sucks,” Reese says, sad and angry, but not angry at me. “You… had to stake her?”

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…