John Reese Person Of Interest Novels & Stories

Caitlin said, her voice flat and low. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you.” Jillian was startled by how much this supposedly “ugly woman’s” attitude reminded her of Caitlin. Still, she couldn’t connect the dots—this woman was dressed like a thrift store reject and looked hideous. No way they were the same person. “Don’t bother arguing with them, Jillian,” Reese said venomously. “You people have no idea who you’re messing with. My cousin is one of the most powerful prosecutors in New York. You so much as breathe wrong, and I’ll have you arrested in minutes. Believe me?”

“You… know her?” He ran a hand through his hair, looking both relieved and exasperated. “Finally! What took you so long? I was this close to breaking her out myself.” “You—what?” She blinked, completely thrown off. “I’m Reese Wilson,” he said, straightforward and unflinching. “Belinda’s friend.” His answer was so calm, so honest, that it caught her off guard. Harper hesitated. Should she trust him? What if he was dangerous? After all, this guy wasn’t exactly ordinary—he’d just pulled her out of thin air like some martial arts master.

"I wanted revenge on you and Jax. But someone else hates you guys even more. They wanted all three of you ruined. Get ready to meet them." Before I could turn around, he hit me hard with the butt of the gun. Everything went black. ### Third Person POV John Murphy, one of the top private investigators in the city, paced back and forth inside Saint Mary's Hospital. "I can't wait to wrap this case up," he muttered, waiting for the security guard to hand over the cleared footage. A few feet away, a strange man in dark sunglasses sat on a bench, pretending to read a newspaper. Finally the guard walked out of the office holding a printed photo. "It's ready, sir."