Something To Hide: A Lynley Novel Novels & Stories

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

I said, making direct eye contact with her, hoping she'd do the same but she didn't. Rolling her eyes, she looked round the office, maybe trying to see if anything was out of place. “Came to leave your notes yourself?” She snarled, showing me how close we were to breaking through her mental block. “No no, on the contrary, I came to eliminate the failure of a spy” I rolled my eyes. “Should have gotten a professional” I said, swinging the bloody blade around. I noticed frost forming on the tips of her fingers, Lylla's hands always did that when she was getting ready to fight.

“Because I’m going to find out the truth about that day, one way or another.” “Go ahead,” she shrugged. “I have nothing to hide. Elena is a liar. She’s just jealous because we’re happily married now and she’s trying to sabotage us.” Her tone was strained. “Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s Ava’s bedtime. I need to make sure the nanny gives Ava her bath.” Lydia brushed past me. I listened to her footsteps echo down the hall. Once they were gone, I pulled out my phone. Lydia was hiding something. I was sure of it now. I didn’t know what, but I was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Lena let out a deep breath, as if she had just confirmed something. “You should,” Lena said, “if you don’t tell him, then someone else will.” Then she turned and walked back upstairs leaving Lily alone in the quiet whine of the building and a new understanding; Lena read the log entry and did not tell Dylan about it.� Lena was also hiding something. Lily did not move again until the stairwell was silent. Then she started to move -- not toward Dylan's office. Not yet. She moved toward the service corridor. Not to tear down anything.

he said, placing it in front of her. Lyra didn’t respond immediately. She read it once, eyes moving steadily across the numbers, the timings, the clean structure of something that had been put together carefully enough to avoid obvious fault. Then she read it again. Slower. Tyler watched her expression shift, not visibly, not in a way anyone else would have caught, but enough for him to know. “He’s hiding it somewhere,” Tyler said quietly. “Yes.” Lyra lifted the parchment slightly, turning it just enough for the light to catch the margins.

Bryan glanced over his shoulder, his expression serious. “This is Grandfather’s office. The vault is hidden behind the bookshelf. Are you ready?” Lily nodded, setting her bag down and pulling out her tools. “Let’s do this.”

"I'm sorry, Elliott," Zoey bagan. "Lynx has started hiding things from me. For some time now, he has been secretive in his plans. All I know is that he is hell bent on destroying Vanessa and Alexander. I just feel like something is not right with him with how he is moving lately," Zoey said. "Why do you think he is hiding things from you?" Elliott asked. "I don't know yet. But, he is definitely suspecting something, because his instructions to the guards outside is not to let anybody go inside the dungeon," Zoey replied.

I wanted to stay with him, and I wanted to see what his reaction was going to be. I followed Lynn to her room, just the way I had planned to. “Is something wrong?” I asked her, and she collapsed on her bed. She rolled on her back so she could look at me. “He’s definitely hiding something.” I laughed out loud. “Of course he is. It’s either the girl is a witch…” “Or she doesn’t even exist,” Lynn whispered, and we both laughed. There. My Lynn was slowly returning. I joined her there on the bed, and we both stared at nothing on the ceiling.

With every thrust of his fingers, every pulse of pleasure that rolled through her, she made a silent vow: She would play his game. But she’d never be his victim. Later, when he slept—arm draped possessively over her waist, breath warm against her shoulder—Lydia slipped from the bed. The letter was still there. Still hidden. And she wasn’t done digging. Wearing nothing but one of his silk robes, she padded silently back into the study. Her heart pounded. Not just from the risk—but from the truth she could no longer ignore. Damian wasn’t just dangerous in bed. He was hiding something.

We were scrambling, trying to hide whatever we could while still making sure our notes were clear. We still weren’t exactly sure what we’d seen, but we had come so far. I wasn’t about to let Elliott take it all away from me now. He’d have to claw it out of my cold, dead hands. That thought didn’t last long before I realized that could easily be arranged, and ice water began to run through my veins. “Why did you do that?” Lucy asked, shoving her laptop and notebook in a secret hiding space she had beneath a floorboard behind her dresser. “You shouldn’t have told him!”