Scott Pratt Death Novels & Stories

For Colonel Alcott, Max was dead and buried. His right hand, Priscilla, had told him so. She'd handed over that photo. So not only he, but even she and Travis looked stunned. "What the hell is this?!" Alcott roared, staring at Max, and Priscilla shook her head desperately. "She was dead… I swear we killed her!" Priscilla exclaimed, knowing just how dangerous it was to fail the colonel. "I left her in a dumpster," Travis added, stunned. But Alcott didn't have time for their excuses as he had to prioritize.

I saw Everleigh's brightened up, that's my achievement for now. "I'm sorry, Mr. Scott," I replied. Mr. Scott sighed before pointing at my body. "Remove your apron," Apron? Oh, fuck, I'm still wearing my apron. I remove it and hand it on the chair. Vince and Clyde are looking at me with their worried expression. I smiled a bit for them to be at ease, but to no effect. "I received this," Mr. Scott took a piece of sticky note and smash it on the table, "this note telling about Hunderson being killed by Shadow's orders!"

He stops when the side of his thigh presses firmly against mine. I move the laptop screen so we can both see it then I press play. Kenzi is sitting in her home office. The corkboard behind her is a dense, chaotic web of new photos, red string, and black marker lines connecting Scott’s face to a column of names. She doesn't do an intro. She doesn't say hello to her subscribers. She looks directly into the lens. "Senator Augustus Scott is dead." She lets the silence hang for a full three seconds.

Just quiet, hard purpose. “Scott was found this morning on the west highway,” Carson began. “His truck was forced off the road. We believe another vehicle made intentional contact there are side impact marks, tire ruts off the edge. He flipped into a ditch and was unconscious when our patrol found him. If they’d been five minutes later, he wouldn’t have made it.” My heart was in my throat. I already knew the rest. I’d seen it. “Was anyone else found?” Tyler asked.

“What kind of movies, Mr. McGillikin? Porn? Or should I call you Mr. Bonner?” A chuckle gurgled up from deep in his throat. “Bonner?” His pace quickened. “I don’t believe I know anyone named Bonner.” She laid a finger on the trigger of the pepper spray. “Scott McGillikin is dead. He died in an accident up north. You were there.”

His family held a funeral back in Rochester. "Holy hell, Tito's finally six feet under?" Scott said, strolling into the office and plopping down beside me. "I was starting to think he had a damn immortality potion stashed away." Niko narrowed his eyes at him, "Do you ever take anything seriously, Scott?" he snapped, his tone laced with irritation. Scott's grin only widened, "Come on, boss, lighten up," he said with a playful wink, "It's not every day a big shot like Tito kicks the bucket."

Scot smiled seeing her and then she opened the door of his car as she gave her hand to him. "Let's go," she smiled at him and gave her hand. Then Scot gladly placed his hand on her hand and got out of the car. Then without even looking back he just walked away with her. 'Is she alive or I'm dead?' …………………………... Later that day, it became a breaking news that "Scot Newton, the CEO of the most famous companies in the country, has just passed away from a deadly car crash." "Due to the heartbreak of losing his step sister, he had driven the car at a high speed while smoking which caused the car crash and lost his life on the spot.."

"I'm sorry about that, sir. But, hopefully, there will be a solution to the problem you are facing.” "Thank you, Axel." "You're welcome, Sir." After the conversation, Scott leaned back in his chair and tried to recall the day his father was found dead. At the time, he was in town with Tom and Katie. Moments later, his father's assistant informed him that his father had died while eating his lunch. However, the assistant did not know if his father died from poison until the autopsy evidence from the police came out. From there, Scott got a glimmer of hope, maybe what he should do is ask again about the actual sequence of events to his father's assistant named Alex.

Scott was in good health, how could he have died suddenly from a heart attack without warning? At this time, Alex appeared in front of Larry and comforted him as he mourned. Just then, an officer of the court came to his door, saying that Scott's company had committed serious tax evasion and that all his assets would be seized. Larry could not take it anymore. He was angry and abusive to the police and the other officers. He accused them of planting evidence against a good man who had just died. Scott was in the grain and oil business and had always been a law-abiding citizen of the town.

“And now you’re asking to borrow a car? Entitled bitches, you Riccis are.” It wasn’t often that I let my emotions build up enough to lash out, but Scott’s nagging, combined with lack of sleep and food, aches and pains pulsing in several parts of my body, and wondering exactly what Killian’s business was, likely something with Sera, set my anger spilling over the edge of my thin patience. But I managed not to strangle him, and I forced my voice to remain even. “What’s your price?” “A rain check,” Scott said immediately as if he’d been waiting for me to ask. “I want this bastard dead, too. Don’t ask me why. I’ve heard about the shit he’s involved in, and he deserves to die. He’s giving us all