Mr Woods Novels & Stories

~ LENA ~ “Good morning, Mr. Blackwood. Good morning, Miss. Hayes.” The maid that got the door greeted us warmly. She smiled at me in a way that immediately made me feel safe and welcome. Like I belonged there. “Good morning, Rosa,” Julian replied as he stepped inside. “Hi, Rosa,” I said, following him in and returning her smile. Up close, she looked to be in her fifties, Latina, with kind eyes and streaks of grey woven through her dark hair, pulled neatly into a low bun that matched her uniform.

Her expression softened slightly. “You remembered I hate mushrooms.” Of course I did. I remembered every little thing about her without even trying. That was the problem. “You looked surprised,” I noted. “I am surprised,” she admitted quietly. “You notice weird things.” If only she knew how much I noticed. The television continued playing softly in the background while I loosened my tie and walked toward the kitchen. Then the reporter’s voice suddenly sharpened. “…Businessman Adrian Volkov confirmed dead following a vehicle explosion earlier today—”

"Move! Why is everyone gathered in the hall way? Where is Mr. Woods?" The people inside the private room where so horrified that they quickly made their way. A middle-aged man dressed in a grey suit walking with a group of men. Mark Garrison's eyes widened at the sight of this man in gray. This elegant looking man was no ordinary bloke, he was the Mayor of the Eastblue city, William Moore.