Small Mercies Dennis Lehane の小説・ストーリー

I threw myself into my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing hysterically. Thomas can't be dead. It wasn't his fault. Danzel was a heartless monster. Every terrifying rumor I had ever heard about the mafia was true. Killing was just a game to him. He enjoyed taking lives. He enjoyed seeing the helpless terror in people's eyes. I cried until my head pounded, burying my face in the pillows. All I could see was the image of Thomas bleeding out on the pavement. The hurt in his eyes before Danzel dragged me away. He didn't deserve to die like that. He was just trying to save me. He was trying to help me get back to my family, and he paid for his kindness with hi

“I told you. I’m a homophobe. It’s not something that changes easily. It’s fine if you’re alone, but I don’t want to see a gay couple. I’d appreciate it if you were more careful in the future.” Eric’s expression twisted strangely. It looked sad, yet somehow pleased. That eerie expression made me instinctively wary, and I tilted my head. I felt like I should run. *** A day passed quickly in the pitch-black room where not a single ray of light entered. I sensed it was about time for the man to return. I pulled the blanket over me and hid inside. The blanket smelled terrible. No, the entire room reeked. The sour stench of my urine, which I had sprayed around the empty space while he was gone, n

“Bye, Wifey.” He dragged the word out because he knew it annoyed her. She stood at the entrance of Rowan Justice Group, the law firm where she worked. Her face fell into a deep frown. She accepted public attention when it came from her job. She loved her wins. She loved the praise. She loved the fear she put in white collar criminals. But she wanted nothing to do with the attention that followed Dante Moretti around. Her colleague Bruno almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Dante’s car pull out. “Tell me that is not the Dante Moretti. The one with all the strange whispers. The mafia root guy? You actually married him?”

Nobody moved. Not Alex. Not Reyes. Not the agents behind them. Even Aiden stayed perfectly still clutching Zara’s hand. Because Andrew Mercer didn’t look nervous. He looked in control. Like this entire night had unfolded exactly the way he expected. Alex kept the gun aimed directly at his chest. “You’re done.” Mercer smiled faintly. “People have been saying that to me for twenty years.” Reyes stepped forward. “Andrew Mercer, you are under federal investigation for conspiracy, obstruction, racketeering—”

Had they found themselves on a sinking ship, they would have been the first pair of rats to abandon it, and stolen the best lifeboat in the bargain. Finally the pot of coffee had turned lukewarm, and Desmond recalled other appointments he had scheduled for the day. “I’ve taken enough of your time,” he murmured, standing and smiling as Loveth remained on the seat . He bent and kissed her outstretched hand, his lips connecting not with skin, but with a mass of jewels that flashed and clicked beneath his mouth. They exchanged friendly grins, and Loveth said with seeming idleness " I will be going back to New York tomorrow . I decided to leave early so I can come back early ." she said as she s

Grace cut her off firmly. Mercy swallowed hard. Her gaze slid back to the triplets, lingering on Adan. He was busy on his phone, but as if sensing her stare, his frown deepened. His cold eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto hers. Mercy’s heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head away quickly and typed a message to her team with trembling fingers: “A big problem may be coming for both the businesses and the mafia worlds.” Then she scrolled down and sent another text to a different contact.

"Ms. Thompson, let me explain something to you. You think you’re winning this fight, but you’re not. You’ve uncovered some crimes, yes. You’ve forced a few resignations. You’ve even managed to make a few people nervous. But do you know what happens when this is all over?" Lena didn’t answer. Mercer smiled. "Nothing. The world keeps turning. The game continues. And I? I may spend a few years in a prison cell, but when I get out, I will still be a very rich man. My friends will still be in power. And you? You will be nothing more than a forgotten footnote in a long history of people who thought they could change the world." Lena stared at him, her jaw tight. Mercer leaned forward, lowering his

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

The territories of the gangs were referred to as fences and the worst thing you could do was to get caught on the wrong side of it. Leaving the restaurant, I told Mickey to take me to Amin. He drove for a while, and that was one thing I never got tired of, a drive around in London. It was the only time that I could listen to myself think, the house was always too quiet when Micheal was not home, and that was basically all the time. Micheal wasted no time before getting involved with a white girl and he was always with her. Amin's spot was a laundry house, the place was beside a car wash which he also owned. Half the people walking around the neighborhood were either his soldier or informant

he said, I drank, the whiskey was smooth, as it burned a little. My personal assistant, Lucas, entered the room. He was a thin man, always wore glasses and looked nervous. It was why I kept him. Fear made people thorough. “Sir, a report on Mirabelle.” “Speak,” I put my glass down. “My man followed her today. Her routine was normal; Work at the cafe, home. But she made a detour this afternoon, after work.” “Continue,” my voice was calm, as I raised an eyebrow. “She went to a pawn shop, on Rue de la Misère. She stayed for ten minutes.