Spencer Reid Fbi Vest Novels & Stories

Yellow police tape cordoned off the entire block. The news anchor's voice was breathless with excitement. "Breaking news this morning as the FBI executes simultaneous raids on multiple properties owned by fashion investor Gregory Shaw. We're seeing similar scenes in Los Angeles, Miami, and Chicago. Federal sources confirm Shaw is being charged with racketeering, fraud, and corporate espionage spanning four decades." "They found him," Marcus whispered. My phone rang again. Agent Park. "We got him. Shaw was at his beach house in the Hamptons. Thought he was safe there. We arrested him twenty minutes ago."

The FBI had then showed up during that time, with the department having been on the criminal's tail since the death of the Commander. The federal agents had showed up with two cases: one being about Trevor Brandon and another that took the police captain by surprise. Susan had stared at the file, noticing the dark letters emblazoned over it in ink as Lady Death. She had heard stories about the speedster and how she had literally ripped apart every officer and detective in the precinct but that had been way back before she had even been transferred there, as the events of the 'extremely dangerous' speedster—as the FBI had put it—dated all the way back to 2009.

I'd let her fall. "Mr. Fitzgerald," the detective continued, "as we explained, this case now involves not only our department but also the Evanston Police Department and very soon the FBI." Officer Emerson continued speaking, "Mr. Spencer, please place your hands behind your back." I didn't know if I was just relieved or also going into shock. My shoulders sagged, chest caved, and lungs fought to fill. No longer were my thin heels capable of supporting my weight. Reaching for a nearby chair, the tips of my fingers blanched as I gripped the soft leather and tried to make sense of it all.

And although Calistha understands Aiden's personality which is very mysterious, but as time goes on she is getting more and more annoyed, and wants Aiden from now on to involve her in every plan. “Spencer. That man owes me a favor. You don't have to worry about him, because Spencer is an airport clerk. I guarantee he won’t reveal anything regarding our departure because he never knows who we are dealing with. Now let's go, and don't ask too many questions," added Aiden with a face full of warning.

Businessmen would focus on benefits, and they would do anything for it. Everything had to be equal in transactions. With that understanding, Bryce couldn't figure out Abelin's motive at all. However, in that instant, Bryce didn't seem to hate Abelin as much anymore. Bryce opened the car door and got into his car. Then, he called Tobin. "Get a few professional private investigators to tail Ron Spencer. Make sure to watch him from the shadows and not get caught. "That guy used to be an investigator and was sly. Once you get something, report him to the higher authority."

However, there is only one answer, they will all going to die. Felix Reid was just a bit distant from the ship. He's observing them while the cigarette stick stucked on his lips. He wears a dark-blue suit with a black Fedora hat on his head and a pair of Oxford shoes. He's like a real businessman in his outfit. While he's busy for another trip, he felt a vibration on his pocket, it's his phone and someone is calling him. "Hello?" he answered after taking off the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground.

Reid clenched his jaw and moved to the fireplace. The logs were cold. He grabbed the lighter fluid, doused the papers, including the forged entry badge used by the three fake security men. The route planner he’d used to organize their access. The contact phone numbers. And finally, the velvet pouch. The fire caught slowly. First the paper curled, blackened. Then the pouch disintegrated in bursts of orange. He stood there, watching as the smoke swallowed all the evidence. All the guilt. All the truth.

I call out, raising my hands in the air, showing him I'm unarmed and mean no harm. "Did you really think I didn't have it all figured out? That the FBI wasn't on to me? I knew from the moment this so-called angel investor booked a meeting with Everett. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out? I work for the bloody FBI! I ran his credentials before Everett even confirmed the meeting. I knew that 'Spencer Pruiett' was really Asher Mitchell, your current bodyguard. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?" He spits.

A very tall, and very pale agent with the name Kynes on his black suit carrying a very brown suitcase, came in. The scene was quite scary. Iryna and Reynold couldn't deny that the man immediately struck fear into their very being. "Reynold Spencer, isn't it?" The man asked. Reynold looked at the tall man. "Who the hell are you? And why is the FBI busting through here as if I did something wrong?" Reynold asked. Kynes grabbed a seat from a table nearby and he didn't once look at Iryna. It was as if he had completely erased her existence from his mind.

"Remember you tried to sneak out of my apartment, but I'd hid your car keys?" "Your apartment?" Spencer leans in closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Oh God. "Thatcher, have you met Spencer? He works for Ridge's security firm." Thatcher flicks a piece of his blond hair away from his forehead and takes a full thirty-million seconds to inspect Spencer's arm over my shoulder. "I see." "Me, too." Spencer moves closer, his tightening his grip.