Pam Goggins Novels & Stories

At this time, someone rushing from the corner bumped into Gail. The woman immediately yelled, "Haven't you got your eyes?" "Miss, I think you are the one who is so careless to hit us." Jessica was irritated and reasoned with her. Gail tugged at her and apologized, "Miss Brown, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Jessica knew this woman. She was Paige Brown, a very famous internet celebrity recently. And she was actually a flight attendant of an airline under the Smith Group. Ever since Paige attracted countless male fans online, the airlines under the Smith Group had been thinking the world of her.

he finished looking between the three of us nervously. "Mr Perez," I began again. "You know who I am, and you know what I am. You know that I can hear your every heartbeat and you know that I know you are lying to me. So, let's skip the bullshit, what do you know about Gustavo Escobar?" He stayed silent as I glared him down. I spotted his hand slowly inching towards the phone on his desk and slammed my hand onto it before he could reach it and crushed the dial pad.

Her eyes reddened from the burning sensation on her skin. “Who are you?” Bobby pulled Jean behind him. The middle-aged woman wearing expensive jewelry was none other than Mrs. Moss, who was here for Jean. She pointed at Jean with an angry look on her face. “This shameless woman seduced my son. Because of her, my son is now hospitalized.” She raised her hand and said to the people behind her. “It is her. Rip her clothes off for me. I would like to see what makes her so proud of herself.”

Three hours earlier she had been in the suite at the Obsidian Ace, watching her phone and waiting, when the elevator opened and two uniforms stepped out with Sheriff Bobby Burnham behind them. Pam had frozen beside her for exactly three seconds. The longest Brigail had ever seen her go still. "Brigail Havens," Burnham had said, producing a folded paper from his jacket. "You are under arrest for the murder of Lussier Jimmypson, also known as Longshadow." The handcuffs were cold. The Miranda rights took forty-five seconds. Pam was still in the elevator when the doors slid shut and Brigail was walked through the lobby with her chin up and both hands behind her back.