Scott Turow Novels & Stories

“Not at all. Just want to make use of the restroom. You wait here while I ease myself, then we chill out together? Corey asked and Scott agreed “Sure, sure! I'll be ri….ght here!” He stressed his statement as he sat on a chair next to Corey's table and poured in the red wine into the cup and continued to take a sip of it while he requested for another glass cup, so Corey would use it once he is out of the restroom. Scott and Corey were colleagues. They both work as FBI officers. Scott was pleased to see Corey in the same club where he came to cool off, so it would make a great sense if they chill out together. Scott, Derek and Corey were colleagues of the same FBI department.

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.

“You want to leave Hidden Towel? That’s surprising to hear. You love this city.” “Exactly!” Scott said firmly. “I’ve been in this city so long that I guess it’s time I start over, clear my head.” Ezra looked at him with confusion. Where was this coming from? Where did he get the motivation to take life seriously? The Scott he knew was a ladies’ man. He loved attention, loved sex, and loved sleep. He loved being Scott Jones.

Deciding that he had had enough of her noise, he grabbed a thick handkerchief and forced it into her mouth, gagging her. Her cries were immediately muffled. “Finally.” Scott sighed in relief. “These women must have a speaker in their throats.” He shook his head and pulled out the burner phone he had taken from Jessica. “Now, be a good girl and cooperate with me.” ******** Ethan sat behind the wheel of his black sedan, driving as fast as he could. The tracker had stopped at a location at the edge of the city. It was a place that was rarely visited which made it the perfect place for crime. His body shivered with a mixture of anger and excitement as he neared the location. Officer Scott and hi

Allie pleaded, her hand resting on his chest, trying to pull him back. Scott didn't move for three long seconds. He kept his gaze locked on Remo’s. Finally, he pulled the weapon back, tucking it into the holster at his small of back with a flick of his wrist. Remo smiled at him, completely unfazed, "Welcome to Chicago, Mancini. Hope you brought some thicker skin. It gets chilly here." "Nice to see you too, Scott," I said, stepping forward to break the war.