O Crime Do Padre Amaro Novels & Stories

I said directly. Volter and Uncle Freud looked at each other. I can see from them that they didn't expect what I was going to say. "Amaro? Who is that Amaro, Syrie?" asked Voltaire. I don't know but I have a feeling they are just lying that they don't know Amaro. I grinned. "You don't know, Volter? Then, I'll introduce you. Amaro is Father Trevor's brother. Uncle Frued right?" I asked sarcastically. "You don't have to deny it because I already know that. Why didn't you tell me about that Amaro?" I was full of questions that I resented.

Rebecca Haines crossed her arms and said, “Detective, we’ve seen enough. Nicholas Amaro has been playing the city for years; hiding behind fake companies, fake records, and fake people. He’s all yours now.” Nicholas’s face turned pale, and he couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re making a mistake,” he said with a low voice. “You’re letting someone control you.” James shook his head slowly. “The only mistake was thinking you wouldn’t get caught.” He signaled to one of his men, then pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Nicholas Amaro, you’re under arrest for suspected arson, obstruction of justice, and possible involvement in organized criminal activities.” As the cold cuffs snapped onto Nichol

And a single feed, blinking red. A man in chains. Pale. Bruised. Crying. “Who is he?” She asked. “Ine of the brokers. He's the link between your father’s network and the Romeros.” “Why is he still alive?” Because I wanted you to question him.” Her breath caught. Then she nodded. “Give me a knife.” Amara sat across the broker in a room that smelled like sweat and fear. He looked up, eyes bloodshot. “I told him everything,” the man stammered. “Please — don’t hurt me —”

He then took out his black mask, wore it, took a camera, and started recording. "Mr. Connor Landry,” he called his name deliberately and slowly, “I have a gift for you.” He took the camera to Olivia, recording as she struggled and cried. He brought the camera back to his face. "Just as you made me sit and watch my daughter suffer and die, you will now experience the same thing." He set down his camera and took out his gun, waving it at the camera. Oliva's eyes widened, and tears began to fall. She struggled against the handcuffs, trying to free herself, but it only caused injuries around her wrist.

He was just firm. "Is there any chance I could ask your daughter's hand in marriage? Please, Lord Amato. I will make this right. I love her more than anything. I would have her as my wife. Please. I beg you." Francesco stood up as he made his proclamation, and Helena cried with joy. Lord Amato wasn't displeased. He wasn't angry. Instead, Helena watched as a deep sorrow creased her father's wrinkles. "Go back to Piacenza, Francesco. I will think on it and write to your father."

When he got the call from Jihan he came all the away here from his sister's wedding party just to catch these criminals. "Hands up. Where are..." Before he could say further, a bullet hit his arm.