Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I blew gently on the bowl of porridge in front of me, just warmed. For a moment, the rising mist blurred my vision. My eyes, dry and sore, began to sting faintly. Then the silence shattered—my phone, vibrating and screaming like it was possessed. I glanced down and saw a familiar name flashing insistently on the screen. Charles. Without thinking, I answered. Muscle memory. I even put it on speaker.

“Did I?” Simon gave an awkward laugh, though he had to admit Xavier’s description was pretty accurate. “Was it that obvious?” he asked. Xavier didn’t answer. He just gave him a look that said, Figure it out yourself. Simon cracked immediately. No one had even pressed him, and he was already ready to spill. But before he said anything, he glanced around nervously. Only after confirming that Yvonne wasn’t paying attention did he lean in and lower his voice.

Anxiety showed on his face. Aria glanced at him. "Is something else bothering you?" "Uncle David's missing." Simon felt indebted for the first time. She had saved his life, yet he was here asking another favor. But who else could he turn to? "Dr. Carver, could you help find him?" Simon's eyes shimmered gold. "I'll do anything if you find him." Aria's memory proved remarkable. "Are you talking about David Simmons?" "Yes!" Simon finally showed emotion fitting his age. "I needed more herbs lately. He's not a practitioner and doesn't know how to treat me. He came to Janovin for money but vanished after bringing home 30 thousand dollars.

LEANING IN. CHAPTER 29 ARSON The engine’s low hum faded into silence as we pulled over. The silence was deafening. For a while, none of us said anything. Simon’s face was still half hidden, as he folded himself, still trembling from the shock of what had happened. "Hey", I said to him softly, afraid to startle him. "We're here already." He didn't look up. He just tried to breathe slowly. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to reach out, but I didn't, not yet. He wasn't ready.

Simon felt so excited eating to his satisfaction for the first time in a while. "Thank you so much for this, I appreciate this meal, it's quite beautiful to spend quality time within these walls" "Like I said earlier, you can come in anytime you want to" Elder Marcus patted his shoulders as as he stared at Simon. "I want you to take this key, that's my garage down there. Press the button and take the car that the key opened" Simon's heart raced as he approached the garage, he pressed the buttons. He stared at the Mustang, a beautiful Mustang.

Spenser stated as he signaled for a waiter. “I guess so,” Simon replied, glancing through the menu. “I hear Vectra is in town,” Spenser said casually as they placed their order. Simon tried not to show any reaction as he kept his smile in place. He should have known this was going to happen. Spenser was a very sensitive client, and dealing with him had made a lot of sense over the years. “Yes, she is,” Simon replied, putting as little interest in the words. Spenser was quiet for a few seconds before saying, “You don’t sound too bothered.”

It was a thank you for being there, for offering a genuine concern that was rare in the tangled web of her life. There was a pause on the other end, a moment of quiet understanding that seemed to bridge the gap between them. "Of course, Gabriella," Simon's voice held a warmth that mirrored the fading sunlight. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" The vulnerability of his offer resonated within her, a gesture that spoke of a deeper connection they had been navigating. Her gaze turned back to the cityscape, a canvas of shifting colors that seemed to mirror the complexity of her emotions. "I appreciate that, Simon," she replied softly. "It means more than you know."

Someone had remembered, and someone had twisted that history into something newer and worse. Simon climbed out of the backseat, carrying a portable case in one hand and a glowing scanner in the other. “Give me sixty seconds and I’ll tell you if we’re screwed,” he muttered, already in motion. He was always like this in the field: short-tempered, hyperfocused, and unwilling to explain anything until he had readings in hand.

He pondered and pondered, but he still couldn’t come up with a defensive answer. “Since you can’t figure it out yet, go ahead and keep drinking. Simon, you are an excellent man. You are a smart, charming, kind-hearted. And there is so much more to you than all of that. Lots of women would probably throw themselves at you given the chance!” Vanessa said, as she also raised her glass and gulped her whiskey down. Simon chuckled at her remark and gulped down the rest of his alcohol. Gradually both of them get drunk. Once they were done drinking, they helped each other out of the bar and held a cab to the roadside.

Simon: We should meet tonight. A pause. Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, sharp now. Vivienne: Tonight might be difficult. That made him laugh low, amused, dangerous. Simon: Vivienne, don’t confuse freedom with hesitation. You just cleared your board. Don’t stall now. He waited. Five seconds. Ten. Then her reply came. Vivienne: Fine. Where? Simon’s smile widened. Simon: My place. I’ll send the address. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and pulled out of the lot, already planning ten steps ahead.