Tana French The Searcher Novels & Stories

She stepped closer, tossing a manila file onto his desk. "I'm Maya Thorne," she continued, her eyes—a piercing, intelligent green—locking onto his. "I’m a private investigator. I’ve been tracking the syndicate that hit your warehouse. I think you and I need to talk about why a 'family heirloom' is being hunted by men who don't leave fingerprints." Cillian barely heard her words. He was too busy fighting the gold that was trying to bleed into his hazel eyes. He could smell the sweat on her skin, the caffeine on her breath, and the intoxicating, primal pull of her soul.

he praised the wolf and patted its head again before turning to me with visible annoyance on his face. “What do you want that you have to disturb my time with my experiment?” he snapped at me. I rolled my eyes inwardly at him with irritation. He was the one who brought me here, and now he accused me of disturbing his time with his precious beast? Men... I didn't show my irritation at him; instead, I went straight to the point, “I need your help to help me find the whereabouts of my daughter and also another person... Tynan.” “Tynan?” he asked with furrowed brows. “That infamous professional assassin?”

“That madman destroyed Alpha Keller’s entire village. Anyone of us could be the next target.” The air crackled with outrage. “And he has an army of hunters at his disposal.” Alpha Keller growled, adding fuel to the fire. “What information did you get from the huntress?” Hein probed. He was convinced Erina knew more than she did. Our gazes locked across the room. Other than moaning my name when I fuck her? Not much.

She used her hands to push the tracker between the folds of the seat so that it wouldn’t be found. I was jerked back and the man with the gun snapped at the one next to Lia. “Search her.” While the van was speeding through nighttime Seattle, I was unceremoniously stripped in the backseat and every inch of my body was searched. I gritted my teeth and let his hands roam over my body, checking everything, even inside my mouth. He finally stepped back and tossed a one-piece painter’s suit at me. “Put this on,” he said.

Not to walk around the house completely naked. I turned my back, waiting for her to get some clothes. — Oh, sorry about that, darling. I wasn't expecting you so soon. I just got back from patrolling the southern area of the village,” she replied nonchalantly. Tia was a seeker, she had a keen sense of smell. Occasionally, the alpha assigned her to patrol, to see if she could sniff out the renegades that had been roaming the border lately. — Whatever, — I rolled my eyes at her, went straight up to my room and threw myself on the bed.

It hurt to know I’ve met my match and to feel her indifference. ‘She’s boring as fuck,’ Tandy huffs out a sigh, ‘finished college, went to med school…everyhing she told Marie checked out.’ ‘Where’s her Pack?’ I breathe, because it’s a mystery. But Tandy huffs. ‘I’m still waiting for intel to come back, but as far as we know, she’s rogue.’ ‘She cuts ties…’ I’m thinking out loud, no longer paying attention to the warm body against my own and Tandy pulls at my neck, encouraging me to bend down towards her.

After a few minutes of searching, Anna found a folder on the artist, a woman named Elise Fontaine. As Nathan flipped through the pages, he discovered that Elise was a French painter who had moved to the United States several years ago. Her work often focused on themes of love, loss, and the passage of time, but there was little information about her personal life. Nathan felt drawn to her story and decided to dig deeper, hoping to find some clue that would help him understand the connection he felt to her work.

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

She thought she was all high and mighty because she was a Bittermane. He spat, wiping the name from his mouth. Her mother tarnished that name for good by being a whore and running off with that hunter. He shook his head. A flash of brown moving through the crowd caught his attention. It was the new hunter in town, Garin. He was pushing through the people, making a beeline for Willow's cart. "Garin!" Lyall called, Garin was only a few feet from him. His head pivoted and he saw recognition pass through the hunter's eyes. Garin paused for a minute before walking towards Lyall, cautiously.

"Does everyone know who has taken up the case?" "Yes. Jason came out all red. It's obvious he was really angry. Defeated." I sighed tiredly and opened the box. As much as I don't want this case, I still want it. It's terrific investigating your best friend case. So terrific! I feel drained and tired. I feel alone!. But I have to find the murderer. I have to keep my emotions at check and find the murderer. Natalie can't die in vain! The phone screen has cracked and it wasn't switching on. I dropped the phone on the table and kept staring at it. I bought this phone for her on her birthday. It wasn't even up to one year. What can I do with this? I opened the case and removed the Sim.