Next Robert Galbraith Novel Novelas e Histórias

"So you mean to say you don't know where they are and you wasted my time with your freaking stories" "Facts babe, facts, don't get it twisted. A piece of advice April, stop looking for Blake Moreno because it's going to get you killed. Do you think Gabrielle cares about the progress y'all are making on her case, she could wipe it all down if she wanted to, considering her attempt to take out her grandfather just the other week". "She did," April asked massaging her temple, the news was hitting her from all directions.

Rain drummed softly against the tall windows of the east wing, and the city beyond was cloaked in a gray mist, its vibrant chaos muted as if it too sensed the danger ahead. Gabriel stood in the grand library, his jacket draped over a velvet chair, eyes fixed on the documents spread across the desk. Names, figures, and coded notes lay scrawled across the pages proof of the tangled web his father had left behind and of the vultures circling now to tear at what remained. His hand tightened around the glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet touched. This meeting was inevitable. Neutral ground, they had called it, though he knew better. Nothing about tonight would be neutral.

"Alice got in willingly." Rain tapped softly against the windows as a strange pressure settled in my chest. Too many things are moving at once around this family lately. Ciara drifting toward Cain, Alice sneaking out at night, father breathing down everyone's neck, and Gabriel... Gabriel returning out of nowhere after years apart, right when my marriage started falling apart. Sometimes I caught myself wondering if Cain had even planned that. The thought made me sick enough to finish half my whiskey in one swallow. Gabriel watched me over the rim of his glass. "You look paranoid."

Besides, there was something more interesting to pay attention to. “Love, what can you tell us about this Blood Alpha. Was he a reliable figure?” Galbraith asked. Although he was trying to keep his impatience hidden, he was not doing a very good job. The hurriedness that was cleanly expressed on his face was hard to overlook, and the slowly reddening neck showed that he was close to running to Clara and shaking her over and over again for information.