Rachel Roth Dc Novels & Stories

Wow… Rachel thought to herself. "Talking to me about evil and swearing on my husband's grave. Like do you know how I am, Rhonda King, do your research and you will find out, I'm untouchable."King scoffed, talking to herself before directing it to Rachel as she walked out of the office after getting all the information she needed before carrying out her plan.

I watched from my car as people came and went, looking for any sign of unusual activity. It was around nine o’clock when I saw Rachel leave the building, dressed in a sleek black coat and high heels. She was carrying a small, discreet bag and walked briskly down the street. I followed her at a cautious distance, trying to stay hidden while keeping track of her movements. Rachel led me to a swanky, dimly lit bar in the downtown area. The kind of place where secrets were traded behind closed doors and the atmosphere was thick with intrigue. I watched from a corner table as Rachel entered and made her way to a secluded booth in the back.

She looked quite seductive. — Rachel: Crime Value 30, Max 23 Combat Value 20, Max 22 — Jack took a look. At this moment, Rachel walked up to him and stretched out her snow-white hand. “Hello, my name is Rachel.” Jack also stretched out his hand and shook her hand. He said indifferently, “Jack!” At this moment, the security guard packed up his things and said with a smile, “Sister Rachel, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

That is, until I saw her. Rachel Adams, James Hawke’s ever-efficient assistant, was sitting in the waiting area of my office. Her posture was impeccable, her sharp blazer and perfectly coiffed hair a testament to her polished demeanor. She was scrolling through her phone, but her eyes darted toward me the moment I walked in. “Ms. Adams,” I greeted, masking my surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” “I needed to speak with you,” she said, standing. Her tone was polite, but there was an edge to it, like a blade wrapped in silk.

Lauren had arrived alongside Andrew, and when she saw what was going on, her expression turned a little strange. Andrew offered a casual explanation. "Rachel's one of our Chamber members." Lauren smiled warmly and greeted her. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." Rachel hesitated. "And you are..." Lauren chuckled. "Name's Lauren Rhodes. I'm Andrew's first wife." Rachel's face froze for a moment, cursing inwardly, 'That little vixen actually managed to land Mr. Lloyd?'

He was about to say something, but… Rachel frowned and took a step forward. “My name is Rachel Hardy! I am the vice head of Longmen’s Law Enforcement!”

Ch 3 {Different Families ..., Different problems } Rachel walked around clapping her hands together. “It has been 5 minutes already, just walk in and collect your phone” “I will, Okay! am just trying to compose myself “Rachel said and takes a deep breath. Saying a short prayer, she knocks on miss Martha’s office door. “Come in, “Her voice said and Rachel breaths in and entered closing the door behind her. Miss Martha is arranging her books, ready to go home.

She answered. A woman's voice. Calm. Unhurried. The voice of someone who had thought carefully about what they were going to say and had decided on simple. My name is Rachel, the woman said. I was the woman from Boston. I know about Nathan's note — he told me he was leaving it, before his arrest. He thought it might reach you eventually. He told me: if she calls, help her understand. Kristine stopped walking. I've been in Seattle for eight months, Rachel said. I moved here to be closer to the investigation. I wanted to be available if anyone needed to hear what I know about how Nathan operated in Boston. I've already spoken to Walsh. He has my statement.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

Our gazes darted to the doorway as Rachel strode in, her heels clicking against the floor with a deliberate rhythm. Her mascara was overdone, and her wavy brown hair was pulled into a pristine ponytail. A black dress hugged her figure tightly, her presence radiating a calculated confidence. Her eyes flicked to where Peter’s hand rested on mine, and for a split second, her expression twisted into a glower before she masked it with a saccharine smile. Peter quickly let go, stepping back as discomfort flickered across his face. "Oh, Martha," Rachel gasped dramatically, placing her manicured hand over her chest. "What happened to you? Peter told me, and I’ve been worried sick!"