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And on the thirty-fifth floor it opened directly into Max Goodwin’s penthouse. It wasn’t Max who greeted her, however, it was a man of about forty who said pleasantly, ‘Miss Hill, I believe? I’m Max’s domestic co- ordinator, Jake Frost. I’m afraid he’s running a few minutes late. Would you care to come through to the lounge and may I get you a drink? Oh— I’ll take the shopping bags.’ ‘Thank you, thank you.’ She also divested herself of her jacket and scarf. ‘And just a soft drink would be nice—shopping can be exhausting and thirst-making.’

“Boss, I am here with the information on the next target.“ He dropped the files on the table for Don Bernardo to see. Don Bernardo picked up the files and smiled sheepishly. “Finally, the moment I have been waiting for. I've finally gotten what I want.“ Rose rolled her eyes, she did not like his smile one bit. It means he is still not giving up on going after people all in the name of teaching them a lesson. “Here.“ He dropped the files in front of Rose. She gave him a glare, “This is your next client. Everything you need to know about him is in there so you should-” She frowned, “I do not know if you are being stupid or not. You think I'll still accept your mission after I told you I am qui

Wanted to meet Harry, but there is still a feeling of resentment in her heart. "You are not afraid of poverty?" she teased. "I still have an inheritance from my grandfather," Sarra replied. ^^^^^^ Harry is currently on the island of Baros, he has rented a room at the very end, Harry has just woken up and is enjoying the view of the blue sea with a cup of coffee. Black glasses stuck to his face, Harry was very handsome and looked dazzling. "Woah! It is very very handsome!" Not far from Harry's place were two women sunbathing.

He didn't speak, he only placed his gun on the table and then continue smoking. " Boss I'm sorry but it's urgent " another voice says from the entrance and Maximo was forced to stop in his act. Slowly he turn to see Harry standing in the doorway with his eyes pinned on him. Maximo could feel his uneasiness from where he stood. Without being told he knows something has gone wrong. Harry is the underboss of the New York Mafia organization. Maximo nodded for him to come forward and he quickly obeys. " Boss " He greeted shakily.

Waiting for me. “Stop,” I say. Dakor raises a finger. The winch stops. Silence falls heavy. Wind pushes through cracks in the walls. Snow drifts in faint lines across the concrete. Dakor presses the phone to my ear. “Speak clearly.” It rings. Once, twice. “Sheriff,” Bruno’s voice is sharp. “Where the hell are you? Harry’s body was found in your apartment. Are you a suspect or a victim?” I swallow, my throat dry. “I’m resigning.”

And if he still had the itch to gamble, if he still felt a restless agitation at the sound of a game, any game, in progress - on the radio, on the station-house television - if he still hadn’t been quite able to delete his bookie’s number from his cell phone, he told himself these things could take a while. In the meantime he had the biggest case of his career to occupy his attention, the one he’d decided would be his redemption as a police officer. Two grisly homicides connected by one woman who was lying about her identity. Of course, that was the part he had to keep to himself, as per his arrangement with Gray. So Harrison was working overtime to find another connection between Simon Brig

he smiled like an innocent little thing. Harry has a face that could deceive the world that he was an innocent young man but that's not true. Harry is a murderer and the Don and boss of the whole of the United kingdom. "Fucking city!" I spat out and Harry chuckled. It was true that I hardly come to another territory. I remained in mine or else it's so urgent like this case. Harry was already taken me to his car with my men and his tailing behind when I paused, "I need to get to know what happened to the fucker in that room"

So many thoughts rushed in—about who could be cruel enough to target her father’s life, about her father hiding her birth mother’s inheritance, about Harry and the whole Anderson family. Dear God, please don’t let me go insane over all this, she thought bitterly. Her eyes blinked as her phone lit up. A message notification from the boutique. What now? --- “How far along is the case?” Harry asked, leaning back into his brown leather chair. Morning clouds still lingered outside, but the storm in his chest felt darker than any weather. The investigation into his supposed “accident” had yet to reach a resolution. Marcus, a calm-faced man in a dark shirt, nodded slightly. He opened a folder fille

And three hours to decide whether Detective Casie Blackwood was ready to reclaim her birthright as a Blackwood heir. The elevator reached the parking garage, and as the doors opened, Casie caught a scent that made her blood freeze. Ancient predator. Old magic. And underneath it all, something that smelled like home. Someone from her past was already here, waiting in the shadows of the garage. "Stay behind me," she told Rick, her hand instinctively moving to her weapon even as she knew bullets would be useless against what was coming. “Show yourself?”

“Just wait for another crime and I will come to see you.” After that long night I continue my life while investigating in Mr. Rosario’s death as well as Jean Fajardo. While Inspector Kyline is investigating the case about the student. But some reason Dark Hades always popping up on my mind. And I don’t know how I will erase him on my system.