Novel & Cerita Tana French The Searcher

"Remember that day we were attacked my rogues, I scented her," "Is that why you commanded everyone to not kill the female rogues?" he asked "Yes but she wasn't among the rogues," "and that makes you think she's a hunter?" He asked "Just let me explain----- So while we were fighting, I scented her and a few moments later that's when that hunter shot an arrow at me then the scent disappeared. I thought that I was just hallucinating until yesterday at school when I scented her again," "Is she the same nerdy girl you took out for pizza?"

“How is this possible? Our leads are all broken again.” “Exactly. Looking for Clarice Madden won’t be easy.” Hunter tugged on his hair. Sydney bit her lip and said, “You said firstly just now. Have you found anything else?”

The image of her tears flashes again in my mind, those wide, terrified eyes. My hands clench into fists. I’ll find the bastard. I’ll unravel every secret, every shadow from her past, and I will destroy whoever they are, piece by piece. Slowly. Painfully “I need you to dig deeper,” I growl. “Unravel everything. Her life in Paris, her relationships, her son every damn detail. And most importantly, find the fuckers that hurts her. I need names. Whatever it takes.” Falcon nods sharply. “We’ll expand the search. Pull in more resources.”

I revealed. She sighed, probably realising she had freaked out for nothing. "Yeah, I know about it." Then, I told her my curiosity—the reason behind the call. "How do you even know all this stuff?" she asked, totally curious. I chuckled. "I'm a hunter, remember? And not just any hunter. Like you should know, being super observant is kind of our thing." She's a supernatural hunter while Tasha's a werewolf. "For you to know and observe all these after just a few days here, you'd make a good hunter. That's for sure," she said.

"I've explained a hundred times—I replied to you telepathically! And you're still going on about it?" The two of them bickered like children for a while. When boarding time drew near, they finally said their reluctant goodbyes. Roxanne passed through security with her backpack and was still looking for her seat on the plane when a message from Erica came in. "I just saw someone! His back looks exactly like Andre's!" That one line instantly put Roxanne on alert. She instinctively scanned her surroundings. Not seeing that familiar face, she felt slightly relieved. "You probably mistook someone else for him," she replied.

Before he could form the words to ask who she was, the room was overtaken by thunderous clapping. "Great, just great! You were just denying being a cheater, and now your secret lover emerges from the crowd to claim you. I shouldn't be surprised, should I?" Claire's fingers ached as she had a strong urge to scratch the woman's face. Or her long legs maybe. They were her prominent features. That would serve her right— after all, she was a rising model, Tiffany Talisman. She glued herself back to Hunter's arm again and said in the sweetest voice, "Why are you giving her unnecessary importance, Hunter? Let her go to hell!"

If anyone comes out. Crouching, eyes scanning over, she creeps to the rear, reaching around, trying to lift without revealing herself. Hinges screech for oil. Her heart plummets. But all else remains silent. She scrabbles inside, searching... Lengths of chain... Padlocks and carabiners... A roll of canvas... Duct tape... Yes! Crowbar... Chain-cutters... Wild triumph ripples through her. Firmly she suppresses it. It's not done yet...

I ran my eyes over her body, my eyesight clearer than ever before and my hearing picked up on her slow steady heartbeat. I lifted my face up again as more scents hit my nostrils. I drew in a deep breath and I focused on a dark mint one. I looked around the room again, finding Falcon curled up by the door. I carefully untangled myself from Tasha and crept over to him. I bent down to sniff him and almost moaned with the arousal that rushed through my body. I reached out to touch him, freezing at the last moment. How would I explain running my fingers over his face if he woke up?

In the hallway, Eleanor sat in a leather armchair, her phone pressed to her ear. "Yes," she said into the receiver. "I want a private investigator on Marie. I want to know every person she’s spoken to in the last seven years. And I want the medical records for a 'Jameson' girl born at this hospital. There’s a scent in the air, and it smells like my son’s misplaced guilt." She hung up, her face a mask of cold, calculating perfection. The sterilized war had begun, and Eleanor Vance didn't plan on taking any prisoners.

I am sure you know what I am capable of," she hissed. Tana was not one to throw empty threats, she could hurt someone to get what she wanted and that scared me. " I wish I knew what she was talking about." I mumbled as I glared at her. " You want to go searching for Sophie again, after what happened the last time." She yelled and I felt a sudden excitement. " Where did she see Sophie?" I asked myself and I turned to ask her about it.