Louis James Moriarty Novels & Stories

Louis sat silently, as if he was thinking about something and Egbert had a thousand questions to ask Louis, asking him how he realized the culprit was Lagan and not the second son and did How does Louis know that the scene is not a robbery but a carefully orchestrated and targeted murder case? “I already told you!” Louis waited for Haven to finish reading the report before saying, “Lagan Capter is the culprit behind this incident. What is she? Giselle isn't it? Tell us what you have investigated.” Giselle frowned slightly, so far only boss Flynn could give her orders, and the man sitting here just met for the first time, somehow he had the right confidence that he was the one. leader here. G

Louis Chevalier, first son of the godfather of the French mafia. My men already got notice of his movements around my territory but it still made my blood boil with a certain annoyance for his audacity. “That’s fucking Louis, isn’t it?” Viktor asks with a proud smirk. I gave him a blank stare. “So what exactly is the information you want to share?” He furrows his brows, confused on my blank reaction to seeing these pictures. “You seem to already be aware of his presence around your territory.” Sergei drops the picture and one catches my eyes of Louis standing against a streetlight with laser focus on the familiar car of Josephine’s only friend.

“No sir, he have played the game very clean, we couldn’t find a single image of his” “Why don’t you try in police department?” “I tried there is a complaint in his name but no picture” “He is an enigma, keep investigating and did you get the number which Zane got call few days back?” “Yes sir, the owner’s name is Louis he was a successful business man that’s why he was using a private number but before two years he lost everything and he is dead on the same day Mr. Hudson got that call” “A natural death? ” “Yes sir, doctor’s report says it is a heart attack”

Then, a prick on her neck and there was just darkness. Liam O’Grady longed for a drink but he had been on endless cups of strong coffee for hours now. He shook his head. He needed to be alert but his unease, the growing sense of misgiving, made him irritated. The debonair Louis Delano had been joined by Claude who had thumped O’Grady’s back, in a show of sympathy, but when he did the same for St Just, the other man looked haunted. Claude Delano did not know his own strength.

Inspector Donovan turned out to be a rather young man, about thirty-five, dressed in a classic suit with a formal dark tie. A perfectly standard average British appearance, but with a surprisingly tenacious look of light gray eyes. Lou noticed with surprise that the inspector was clean-shaven, and it was deep night outside. Hmm... Louis touched his chin mechanically - his stubble had already come out, he shaved in the morning... So much the better, such a person is sure to be meticulous and consistent in his work.

someone shouted. Celeste and Damien raised their hands. They were outnumbered. Outgunned. Trapped. A man stepped forward from the crowd. Expensive suit. Confident walk. Celeste didn't recognize him. "Celeste Belmont. Damien Kavanagh. You're both under arrest." "On what charges?" Damien asked. "Murder. Terrorism. Conspiracy. Take your pick." The man smiled. "I'm Agent Morrison. International Criminal Court. You've made some powerful people very angry. And now you're going to pay for it."

Now, all he had to do was to wait for Thomas Martin to join the game. Just at that moment, Thomas Martin entered the casino accompanied by two women. Lily, a tall and slender brunette with striking agate eyes that held a mischievous glint, caught Masson's attention. She exuded confidence and seduction, effortlessly captivating anyone who crossed her path. Known for her involvement in daring high-stakes heists, Lily had managed to elude capture numerous times. She had a reputation for her exceptional skills in cracking safes and her ability to vanish without a trace.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

"Mr. Montego, I know how bad this must look, but I assure you, there is nothing at all between me and Isabella. I didn't even know she was associated with you." "She never mentioned me?" I asked, knowing full well the answer to that question. "No," he shook his head. I moved closer, my voice calm but laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm a fair man, Jason. But I don't take lightly to liars and people who think they can do as they please with my stuff." "I'm afraid I don't follow, Sir." Something didn't quite fit with him. Something was off here. I had seen a lot of scum in my line of work; I was able to sniff them out a mile away, but there was something about him that I couldn't place my f