Persons Unknown Novel Novels & Stories

**Unknown:** *How's the police station? Aiden. **Me:** *You're lying to the police. That's a crime.* **Unknown:** *Prove it.* **Unknown:** *Everything I showed them is real. Your number. Dad's number. The metadata checks out. Good luck convincing them otherwise.* **Me:** *Why are you doing this?* **Unknown:** *Because you both deserve to lose everything. Just like I did.* **Unknown:** *But don't worry. I'm not done yet.* The door opened. Jamie walked in, followed by Detective Chen and a male detective I hadn't seen before.

I know I had the right phone number, and I sent a lot of damaging evidence. Janelle and Franco are still hiding from Damian’s attack dogs. They’re completely off-grid. Lying low until Luca comes back. They’ll resurface and plead their case to the Capo. They’ll be fine. But Anita, where the hell was she? I need her eyes and ears on the inside. She should be watching Damian at the office and softening up my grandpa. Getting me information on everything happening. I was about to turn in for the night when I got my first bit of good news; a text from a number I didn’t recognize, on my burner phone. Very few people have this number.

I turned away and went to my room, my heart beating fast, my thoughts louder than the house around me. Lying down, I stared at the ceiling, knowing one thing for sure. This was only the beginning. I felt the emptiness of the room close in around me. I didn’t have some “mysterious woman” to call, no secret lover waiting on the other end of the line. It was Alex, Just pure amazing Alex. But mom suggesting that I call someone made me realise that maybe I did need to talk to someone, anyone, who could make sense of this mess. So, I called Lena, the one person who knew the whole truth.

And I want to know why my father believes he has the right to tell my tale without asking. "Okay. Then that is what we will do. "We?" "Grace, if your father is correct about Santos, then we were both duped by someone we trusted. If he's incorrect, he's spreading misinformation about a federal agent who saved our lives. Either way, this affects both of us. That evening, they drove to the major bookstore downtown, where Patricia had stated that advance copies were available for media inspection. The book was titled "Justice Delayed: A Prosecutor's Memoir," and Richard Patterson's portrait on the back cover depicted a man Grace scarcely recognized……... .older, grayer, and wearing the kind of sa

There was something about him that felt familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind. Months ago, she had come across a newspaper article about a notorious criminal named Thomas Martinez. He was infamous for his ruthless nature and involvement in various illegal activities. Her heart raced as she realized the man standing before her could be the same Thomas Martinez, wanted by the police for multiple crimes.

The moment before I died in the previous cycle, I learned that my birthday party was actually the execution ground they had prepared for me. After my parents died in an accident, they left behind a massive fortune for me. But I trusted Jeremy too much. Not only did I not notarize the inheritance, but also treated it as matrimonial assets. I thought that this would give us an extra layer of security, but it ended up bringing me death. This time, I was not only going to reclaim all of my inheritance, but also going to bankrupt these two murderers and make them get what they deserved! Jeremy’s expression remained dark. He brought out a photo on his phone that showed me sitting with a man in a c

She didn't know how but her mother did. She got up and headed for the school bus. She took a seat at the back of the bus when someone sat near her. Nobody ever does because she rarely paid attention to anybody. She looked up. It was a guy. He had bright grey eyes like she did. He smiled at her. She turned back to her book. While waiting for the bus to get filled within a specific allocated time, he brought out his phone. "In case you want to talk, I'm Alexander" he said.

"Based on my experience, they are two types of people in the world; people who use foul means to survive and people who play fair even if they lose. Which section do me and you belong to? The former or the latter?" The inspector studied Monica shocked expression and continued. "Let's try and find the right answer." "Let's go!" Monica said trying to open the doorknob that the inspector held firmly. Amidst the fear that was erupting through her, she noticed the mole that sat closely beside the inspector's nose and the outstretched of veins on his hand.

Some people however had secrets that were not known to anybody which could easily be taken as suspicious. There was Jill the bookworm who spent most of her time at the library or at home with curtains shut. At least people thought it was her home and there was Wren the outcast who appeared to be living all alone in the junk-yard on the edge of Oaken Hills. This didn’t seem to be a good idea with such a powerful storm on its way.

Tumayo ako at bigla na lang lumakas hindi na ko makakauwi nito naglakad ako para maghanap ng masisinlungan. Pagkatapos nang medyo mahabang lakaran ay nakakakita ng bahay.Este kubo nakita ko ang kubo na yun sa bandang dulo ng damuhan maliwnag at maliwalas ang ilaw nila.Kaya nakita ko agad sa aang kubo.Lumapit ako dun at tinignan kung walang tao sumilip ako sa pinto nun at nagulat sa aking nakita!Si! Si! Manuel!!duguang nakahiga sa sahig ng kubo!Anong ibig sabihin nito?hindi talaga nagpunta sa paris si manuel eh ano yung sinasabi ni investigator!panong??