Romans & histoires Scott Turow

Cops dressed in black and white outfits stood in the midst of the scene patrolling with shotguns and rifles in their hands while more cops dressed in overall black outfits walked out of the motel chattering. ZOOM! A red highlander zoomed in and halted rapidly before the scene, the chattering cops were attracted by the car and they walked towards it. Form the car he emerged. He was more like a remarkably built man, too muscular to be the sheriff. He was Scott Evans, a very bald man with narrow eyes and pointy nose, he also had a canine tattoo on his left shoulder that peeked through his white short sleeve t-shirt, he wore a brown trouser and white trainers. He was more like the Dwayne Johnson

"No, but I'm sure they'll find out about that. Be careful, and protect my daughter, Raven. I know you have your goal, and I have mine. But we are working in this together so brace yourself." Mr. Scott secretly went to Mafias and be the part of them. He is famous for catching criminals connected to the illegal organization he is in, but he is having a hard time finding out who is shadow. The legal criminal organization Mr. Scott built is responsible for the investigations and chasings.

Scott thought. I just hope Rockwell is not targeting me recently because of the issues we had in the past? He thought. Scott did his internship in Rockwell’s company in the past when he graduated from college. Scott called Mike into his office, Mike walked over to him. “Have a seat,” Scott said. Mike sat down in the seat in front of him. “Do you know any good private investigators?” Scott asked raising an eyebrow. “Yes, I do,” Mike replied without hesitating. “OK, I want you to give me a number, and also, should I let the person know you are the one that gave me their number?” He inquired.

Scotty still lived under the bridge in any town as he said it was the best place because he wanted to know people more. He collected information for Cohen about anyone in the town. From his large homeless network, Scotty did gain some authentic information which Cohen would use to avoid any pack that might come to visit the town where they were. Scotty might be a ten years old blind kid but his skill of gathering information was almost the same as Mira’s. “I hope so,” Cohen said. “So, we have stayed here way too long. Where to next?” “Do you have somewhere to go? Other than waiting for me in the back alley?”

TWO WEEKS AGO, BEFORE TRACY'S CONFINEMENT. KIA'S POV. "Take some men with you and search around. Since the crime was just committed, I am sure that the culprit must have left some clues or any traces." That was the last instruction I gave to Scott before he left. Speaking of which, I had forgotten to ask him about Hunter, I could not help but wonder what he was up to because he did not show up at all, nor did he notify me or anything.

whispers Scott, as he scribbles the year. “What?” “That’s the year he died. We’re on to geography next.” Scott writes the answers to every damn question without hesitation. He even gallantly confers with me after each question, apparently not noticing that I don’t disagree with a single suggestion. While I’m realising that whenever we have played Trivial Pursuit, he’s clearly fudged his answers on purpose to give me a chance.

Chapter 94 Writer POV Scott is the first to get down from the private jet, behind him is Anthony who is looking so Peng with his hair dyed to color red. Asher slowly step down the stairs looking hot and cold at the same time, “tell me why do you have to look like a gangster ?” Scott asked Anthony who could only gives his him a wink. “Just tell me you’re in New york for the girls and not because of change of environment” Scott grin and he laughed.

Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes. "You want to help me get dinner ready for the animals?" he asked and I stared at him hesitantly. Scott smiled and it was a genuine one. "I don't bite. Not a biter, never have been. Besides, I'd rather get to know you and make my own decisions, than get my ass whooped by Hunt." I laughed and Scott chuckled before nodding. "Trust me, I've been on the receiving end and it was not a pretty look." "How long have you two known each other?" I moved closer towards him.

“You’re giving her a lot of benefit of the doubt.” Max’s expression turned thoughtful. “Am I?” Scott stepped closer to the desk. “Yes.” He lowered his voice slightly. “Which is exactly what worries me.” Max didn’t respond. Scott studied him more closely now. “What are you planning?” Max met his gaze again. “Nothing.” Scott didn’t believe that for a second. “You’re waiting,” Scott said slowly. Max didn’t deny it. Scott exhaled sharply. “You always do this.” “Do what?” “Set traps instead of asking questions.”

“Right now, I don’t need a best friend.” Something flickered across his face, his legs now jittering. He looked at me, then he looked away. Then he asked, “What if you’re not guilty?” “Then we find who is framing Liam…quickly.” “If you’re?” “When we get to the bridge, I’ll cross it.” “We…” his jaw ticked. “We would cross it.” Scott finally stood. “Let me contact the pack lawyer and head to the station.” When he reached the corridor threshold, he glanced over his shoulder. “Is there anything else you’re not telling me?”