Last Mile David Baldacci Novels & Stories

He took hold of Malek and caressed her cheek. “Game is on, Mr. Burak. She is mine.” David smiled wickedly as the car zoomed away from the house, not knowing what havoc have been caused in everyone’s life. ************************************** Enough drama? How did you like it guys? Please give your reviews and vote for the book. For updates you can follow me on i***a @meena.writer Stay blessed everyone❤

Then—just as Sebastian stepped through the Hartwell gates—he ran straight into Vivian, who'd been waiting impatiently for Nathan and Nathan Jr. And in that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Mission complete. Transmission initiating now.] A blinding white light flashed, and my soul vanished from this world without a trace. Sebastian's body went rigid. His eyes reddened without warning. "After everything," he whispered, "you still wouldn't give me a chance." He shoved past the stunned Vivian and walked away, never looking back. Vivian barely had time to process the shock of seeing my corpse—before she found herself staring into Nathan's bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

"Every lead we find leads us to a dead end. The camera in the hallway leading to the toilet recorded everything fine until all of a sudden it was covered in smoke. The next thing it captured was you running into the ladies toilet" Damn!! Whoever that did this is good "keep looking and for the love of man, keep me updated. That psychopath is out there roaming the street of New York, which means Persefoni is in danger... So find the damn attacker" I noticed another incoming call and saw David's name on the display contact. "I need you guys to get back to me as fast as you can. I'll be expecting your call" disconnecting theirs, I picked David's call. "Hey Dave, long time no speak" I've forgotte

If all my predictions are correct, then David will spend the night there for the next week. 'If you're asking if Lizzbeth will also be there, I'm not sure. Because during the time I was scouting his residence, I never found her. I guess he hid Lizzbeth somewhere unreachable.' That was the content of the letter written by my hired detective, whom I had ordered to investigate David's residence since the first day of my defeat. "Alright. With this, our destination is clear. I will go to this bar and kill him there," I said with determination. I picked up a lighter and immediately burned this letter, along with killing the news delivery eagle.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

“I’ll get it.” Chen’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not going after him alone.” “I’m not.” I glanced at David. “We’re not.” David’s hand found mine under the table. Squeezed once. Hard. Back at the penthouse, we spread everything across the dining table again—new files on top of the old ones. David flipped through the security firm invoices. “This guy—lead operative on the surveillance job. Ex-military. Lives in Jersey now. Quiet retirement. But he’s got a daughter with medical debt. Cancer treatment. Same hospital your mother’s manager used.”

Each of my word was a scalpel, it carved doubt into the predator who thought he had the advantage, It replaced intention with reaction and replaced pride with desperation. And then, the alley wall pressed against his back and the ice cold stone offered no comfort, the silver blade found its mark clean through his heart. With no show and no hesitation, his body shuddered, It convulsed and began to disintegrate. Ash fell to the concrete and I watched until nothing remained. The aftermath was my routine. I cleaned the blade, I wiped the traces till every surface returned to normal, I collected the token, a small silver ring because it was proof. Nothing in the world outside this alley would rem

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

“Let me order some food first, okay? I haven't eaten at all because I was trying to find you. I also know that you won't reply to my messages directly, that's why I didn't leave any messages. It's okay, right? I'm exhausted and it's so hot outside even though it's already evening." Creases started to form on Dave's forehead, clearly making Marissa feel scared. Had she been found out by the man? Or will he let it go this time because it's related to Aini? Her heart pounding, Marissa waited for Dave to speak. It wasn't normal for him to have to wait like this, but if it had to do with Dave, then he would. At least, he could spend more time, even though he could only pay attention to her facial

Dust, shadows, nothing more. We staggered into the pews, drained but alive. Alive together. The church had held. For now. On the page before me, the last line I wrote before exhaustion took me was simple: Second safehouse confirmed. Fragment real. Next step unknown. When I looked up, the others were already watching me. Hope flickered there, faint and fragile, but real. “We found it,” Nyra said softly. “A way forward.” But in the silence that followed, as the morning light filtered through shattered windows, I couldn’t shake the thought pressing cold against my mind: