Kevin Fischer Final Destination 3 Novels & Stories

Kevin did not chase after Hayden. He stood at the hotel entrance and waved at her with a smile, saying, “Mr. Hayden, see you tomorrow.” Hayden cursed internally, ‘If possible, I’d like to never see you again.’ After Hayden left, Kevin stood in place for a moment and wanted to head back into the hotel. However, as he turned around, he saw Madam Fisher exiting the hotel with her two daughters as well as her son and daughter-in-law. Mr. Williams saw them off with a few people.

She let go of her grip on Senna's hand, and she turned around; there, she saw Kevin now standing beside Troy. Therese closed her eyes for at least ten seconds and let out a long deep breath, then she smilingly said, "I am Therese Jones. Thank you for helping us. And sorry to inconvenience you all, I appreciate you three helping us out." Then Senna forced a smile beside Therese, and she glimpsed at Troy for the last time. Afterward, they turned their backs at them and walked to the car. Kevin felt some uneasiness upon hearing Therese bidding goodbye. His heart feels heavy that it felt like it would be their last meeting.

[Okay, I will cooperate with the insurance request. I stared at those words for a moment before snapping my laptop shut and dialing Kevin. "The driver who assisted me at the Pacific Crest Resort—can you locate him immediately?" "I can try, Alpha. I'll get his coordinates and call you back." Kevin sounded confused, but he knew better than to question the Alpha’s tone. A minute later, the phone buzzed. "Alpha, I found him, but he’s already left the Silverwood area. He’s headed to the northern territories for another job. If you need a driver for the return trip, I can send a security detail."

Then, Hazel tucked her head into his neck for comfort, and he immediately snapped back. His tone turned sharp and cold as he said, "Daisy, that's enough. Go home." At that moment, I saw the light in Daisy's eyes go out. Right then, Esther walked out of the house. It was clear she and Faye had come to some sort of agreement. They linked arms like a picture-perfect pair of in-laws. Faye saw Hazel crying but didn't take her from Connor's arms. Instead, she went over to comfort the little girl.

If he found him, and Renee was not with him, he would torture him until he told him what he had done to her. Kevin left the bar and went back to his motel to pack up the meager belongings he took with him. Tomorrow was the move to Nebraska. He just hoped it didn’t take him as long to search that state. It had already been three years and he had only searched four states. Hell, for all he knew, Jesse could have fled to Canada or Mexico, or some other place in the world that he would probably never get to. He pulled out the picture of him and Renee that he always kept on him.

Jessica recognized the car as Venn's. “Go before you're late, tell Venn to drive slowly.” “Yes.” Kevin hugged his mother to say goodbye and then returned to his room, pulling his suitcase away. He hoped this trip would be a success and even more hopeful that when he returned, Emily would obediently receive him and accept his proposal. A day without tying her into his life is a day when he cannot rest assured. The car sped along the road and finally stopped right at the international departure terminal. After dropping Kevin and his luggage off, Venn immediately drove the car to the parking lot.

"Celestial Club 308. Be there in thirty minutes." The call ended before I could respond. No question about it–that was Lance, my enigmatic Number Three. Lance, the lawyer, and I only met under the cover of night. Plagued by insomnia, he found solace in my arms. Initially, our encounters were innocent, just sharing sleep. However, one night, after one too many drinks, he crossed a line. Amid my struggle, he confessed, "I like you, and I'll take care of you."

The officer nodded and rushed out. Dennis remained staring at the frozen image on the screen. “We’re close,” he whispered. “Whoever you are, wherever you are… we’re coming.”

“Sir… I’d like to take Alison out tomorrow. On a proper date.” Mr. Fisher raised a brow. “A date, huh?” Damian nodded. “Just a quiet picnic. I’ll bring her back home. Promise.” Mr. Fisher studied him for a long time, then smiled. “Alright. But if she comes back sad again..” “She won’t,” Damian said with quiet confidence. “Okay I want her home before night” Mr Fisher spoke firmly “Okay sir” --- Meanwhile, Kevin was talking to Sara and Kira at the table inside the diner.

As I reached out to touch it, I felt my form beginning to fade away. In those final moments of disappearing, I heard a voice from outside. "Somebody's committed suicide!"