Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin Novels & Stories

' 'Nop' emphasising the 'p' sound. 'Fine.' I started filling in the paperwork. He could see I was frustrated and clearly acknowledged that he was the reason since I left the fucking deal with him. He suddenly spoke out 'Who’s the black hunter?' 'Why did you kidnap me?' I questioned almost instantly. 'Do you know the black hunter?' 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' Martinez used the pronoun he. The most common mistake has anyone made but nonetheless I continued.

Gretchen, who had changed into a Chanel fur coat, waited at the gate long before she saw Cristofer’s Maybach come. “Cristofer!” When Cristofer got out of the car, she called his name happily. Before she could say anything else, she saw another man get out of the car, making her stunned. When Gretchen clearly saw the man’s face, she froze for a few seconds. The man waved at her and greeted, “Gretchen, long time no see.” With almost imperceptible displeasure, Gretchen pretended to be happy and surprised and said, “Hi, Frank! What are you doing here?”

"A rare capture from the central sector." He stepped over and reached for my chin. I yanked my head back, snapping my teeth at his gloved fingers. He dodged back with a smirk, then reached out again, grabbing my jaw in a tight grip and forcing my face up toward the glare. I twisted my neck hard, trying to bite his wrist, but my tied arms gave me no leverage to break his hold. "Verified royal DNA," the auctioneer said, pointing a finger toward a large screen floating above the stage. "Crown Prince Theodore. Omega status confirmed, unpatched."

"Looking for something specific, or just enjoying the ambiance?" I turned to see a small, wizened woman perched on a rolling ladder, peering at me over the top of a pair of spectacles. Gretchen. She was probably the oldest vampire I had ever seen, her skin like crumpled parchment, her eyes holding the weary wisdom of a thousand years. "I need research on hunters," I said. "And anything on dying and rebirth." Gretchen nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. "A tall order." She began to descend the ladder, her movements surprisingly spry. "Though you'd better find it soon. I hear the new clan leader plans on tearing this whole place down."

I asked, going straight to the point. Gretchen's body shook when I asked this, and I was convinced that she knew something . "It would be better for you to cooperate with me and tell me the truth. Or else, there are many ways for me to make your life hell without killing you. What are you going to choose?" I asked again, trying to convince Gretchen to tell me the truth. Gretchen turned towards me again and she burst out laughing coldly. "You really trust Vance a lot, don't you? You think that Trevor is the worst monster you've met, but I can assure you that Vance is ten times more horrible. A man who can be cruel to even himself has no heart and no conscience at all!" Gretchen snapped.

My heart raced again, but when the man approached our table, I recognized him from Martin’s description, Ryan, the contact I’d heard about only minutes earlier. “Hey, Martin,” Ryan said, his voice low and steady. He turned to Amaya and me, brow furrowing slightly at our weary faces. “What’s going on? You look like you just crawled out of a horror flick.” He said, confusing and curiosity written all over his face. “It’s a long story, but we don’t have much time,” Martin replied, his urgency contagious. “We think Felix is hunting down Selina, and we need a way to keep her safe.” Ryan’s expression hardened, alert.

Her carefully lined eyes flared when Haley refused to respond. “So, tell me, Haley,” she said, tossing her hair back. “Did your husband finally throw you out? Don’t lie to me; it’ll be of no use.” Still, Haley said nothing. She bent down to pick up Kyrell’s fallen toy, a soft gray elephant, and handed it back to him with a small smile, acting as though Sky didn’t even exist. The air thickened with tension until the sharp sound of heels clicking against marble filled the space. “What on earth are you doing here?” Gretchen’s voice sliced through the silence as she descended the stairs, elegant as ever in her cream knit sweater and pearl earrings.

Or maybe it's because no audio comes to us through the camera footage. Jasper's eyes are on a monitor showing the front porch of the restaurant where his Mercedes was supposed to be parked. The Mercedes and the suave chauffeur are gone. Well, that makes escaping a little more problematic, assuming we can find a way out of this tunnel. Judging from the twitching muscles in Jasper's jaw, it's more than just problematic.

’ Khalid instructed in the link. “Okay. I’ll handle it. Say what you want about my hunter, but he’s got a plan. I’m going to overnight a package to you. Make sure it gets to Kurt Adler of Bloodmoon. I know sneaking into a werewolf’s city is risky, but I know you can do it. Deliver the package, and the problems will be handled for you.” I instructed. “It better work. And thank you, Hermana.” Mariana sighed, hanging up. My eyes went to Khalid as he hurried to his hunter bag, pulling things out like he’s Mary fucking Poppins, and it’s a magic carpet bag.

She chuckles, “That’s alright detective, ready to help however I can.” Phil’s eyes glanced towards mine for a brief second, feeling pretty genius for selling his old lie. I gotta say, sometimes a little white lie ain’t bad when some life’s at stake. Case in point: mine. We followed behind the woman quietly, whose name I later found to be Gretchen. She seemed pretty nice to the few people who’d walked past us, and I wouldn't blame her annoyance at us though. Elderly people treasure their leisure time. “Elena stayed here for about a year and half.” Gretchen speaks up.