Reginald Hargreeves Novels & Stories

“It’s your dime, kid.” Miles Hargrove offered a smile that reminded Aidan of their old manager, Reggie Allen. Reggie used to smile like that all the time before his face was torn off. Old Reggie’s smile was never quite the same after that. Jody repositioned the camera and gave Miles the okay with his thumb and forefinger. The producer sat up and leaned forward. He gave Aidan another liar’s smile.

Reginald watched them from a distance with a cold gaze, an unpleasant feeling swirling in his stomach. It was like watching a wild boar suddenly overturning the tender cabbages he had diligently cultivated for years in his garden. His immediate reaction was to shoo the boar away. Apparently, his thoughts were not as open-minded as he had imagined. Reginald instructed his assistant, "Investigate that man." "Of course, Mr. Reginald." Half an hour later, his assistant provided an update over the phone, "That's Mr. Cosmo Harrington, the owner of this store. Treasures of Yesteryear belongs to his grandfather. Phone records indicate that he has been in contact with your wife for three years."

One more piece of the puzzle falling into place. “Thank you,” Rachel said, turning to the judge. “No further questions.” The judge nodded. “Mr. Harper, your witness.” Reginald's lead attorney, a slick, polished man named Leonard Harper, rose smoothly. “Mr. Carter, just to clarify, you did not personally witness this alleged meeting, did you?” Carter shook his head. “No, I didn't.” “Thank you,” Harper said, turning back to the judge. “No further questions, Your Honor.”

"Hello, are you the new assistant of Margo and her sister Denniel?" Doctor Greg asked, is also a Pathologist who will accompany Denniel to the Morgue. He is tall and handsome even at this age. But it looks good and they get along. "Yeah.. you're Doc Greg too aren't you?" This polite question.

But Adrian was the gap he wanted to close. Then I started seeing the cracks. Halfway through the main course, someone brought up regulatory changes in a certain market. Hargreave smoothly shifted the conversation away before the question could go anywhere. He did it so well that the other man never noticed he had been dodged. But, I noticed what he did there. I also caught the glance Hargreave gave the man beside him afterward, checking if the move had worked. Later, when the question about the offshore structures came up, Hargreave’s answer came too fast and too smooth. I had been able to notice the difference for four years.