Small Mercies Dennis Lehane の小説・ストーリー

"She loved me. And Gerald used that. He kept me close enough that she would never make a move against him without risking what happened to me." "She protected you," Dennis said. "She tried to," I said. "Right until the end." I looked back down at the file. "This stops with us," I said quietly. Dennis nodded once. "Yes. It does." * Merritt was exactly the kind of town you went to when you wanted the world to stop finding you. Small streets. Quiet storefronts. The kind of place where everybody knew everybody and a strange car drew slow curious looks from people on the pavement.

Once he takes care of Daniel, the mayor would try to destroy him and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that. He just didn't expect this would happen this soon. The underboss would avenge the death of the innocent woman he brought calamity on. She did not deserve it. "Kill Daniel and find Linda..." He said to himself and drove out of the narrow tunnel. That was the mission he was embarking on. A Mercedes-Benz G-Class Suv came to halt in front of a small building and Officer Daniel got down with two men in a black outfits. Loud music boomed out of the open doors and they vibes to the beats with their hands in the air as they laughed.

Cole nodded in agreement. "And you want me to show you mercy?" Dennis went on. Cole finally raised his head. He saw Dennis glaring at him and he lowered his head immediately. "I'm sorry sir, please don't kill me." Dennis stood up from the stool and broke into a wicked laugh. "You want me to show you mercy huh? " Cole nodded repeatedly with tears streaming down his cheeks. Dennis began taking steps toward Cole. Cole shut his eyes and hugged his knees with his chest. His back was against the wall.

She closed the folder, set it in her lap like a weight she intended to carry correctly, and told them exactly which road Eddie would walk: receiving at dawn, an apology at the dock where the men could hear him say he’d been stupid and was grateful not to be dead, a watchful foreman who owed her a favor, and Blanca—eagle-eyed, relentless—counting every crate with the satisfaction of a woman who loved being right. “And if he skims again?” Lenny said, the question not a test but a contour. “Then we’re done,” she said, steady. “No second ceremony. We don’t throw good mercy after bad.” Vince’s mouth tugged, almost a smile. Marco’s eyes flickered, approval disguised as indifference. Lenny’s face d

The Leak Caden Sophia sent the name eleven seconds after the text. I read it in the car outside Catherine’s house with Aria beside me and Catherine settling into the backseat with her prepared bag on her lap and the particular stillness of a woman who had been waiting for something to break for twenty-two years and was watching it break in real time. The name was Daniel Mercer. Junior associate at the federal investigator’s office. Twenty-nine years old. Had been processing documents related to the Romano investigation for the past three weeks, which meant he’d had access to the full timeline of evidence submission, every filing, every piece of the case as it was built.

My back was turned toward him when I spat maliciously, "Good fucking riddance." Living in hotels indefinitely wasn't a solution, so after two days of lying around in a daze, I rented an apartment in the city center. Land was scarce, and every inch cost a fortune. Even though Sean and I were sworn enemies, financially speaking, he'd never treated me poorly over the years. Not wanting to borrow any money from anyone, I spent his with relish. The night I moved in, I received a call from Jason Kennedy. Without any preamble, he said calmly, "Oran Moore has been found."

Stefan pinched the bridge of his nose wondering how soon his next vacation was. He could already picture himself relaxing at the beach of the tropics with his wife. His job was tedious. He was tired of dealing with criminals. But one thing he was most tired of was the obtuseness of witnesses. A number of unsolved cases in Laod involving murder and theft were attributed to either a lack of witnesses or the witness’ refusal to help. He suspected Evangeline was being intentionally unhelpful with her ramblings about the mystery man.

"You're under arrest for the murder of David Cole Jr., as well as dozens of other crimes including money laundering, racketeering, and conspiracy to commit murder." "You have nothing on me. This is harassment." "We have everything. Every document, every recording, every witness. It's over." She read him his rights, and they led him away, his feet shuffling, his head bowed, and I watched them take him away in handcuffs, and I felt nothing. No satisfaction. No relief. Just emptiness, a vast, hollow ache where my heart used to be. "Is it over?" Merald asked, his voice soft. "Not yet. There's still Mercer. David was just the messenger. Mercer is the one who gave the final order."

“.. Was a member.. He surely quit when he ran away..” “Whatever, Omari!” Snyder barked, “It doesn't change the fact that he was involved in drug trafficking for years... Regardless of their change of hearts, he and Mercedes have crimes to answer for... Both them and the men after them; Aleksandr and Don Fabrizio... Never forget that... There's no mercy for them... The crimes they committed can never be undone..” “It's been almost a year and you still think Merced is a criminal, without cause, too... You're a hard man, Snyder..” Omari declared.

“Hands where we can see them.” I turn slowly. Three officers step inside, with their weapons drawn. “Mrs Meliś,” the lead officer said. “You’re under arrest for embezzlement, fraud, and laundering funds hidden under your name.” Jerry's jaw drops. He’s reacting the way I should be reacting if I didn't just cause the death of someone that left me traumatized, “Wait.. WHAT? this is a setup... it has to be.” Jerry exclaims. But the officer spoke over him. “You have the right to remain silent.”