Tana French The Searcher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Nice-looking too." David looks up from his paper. "Anything interesting in the post?" "No, just the usual crap." Stephen glances at the photo then screws up the letter and tosses it into the fire with the rest of the junk mail. ***** JAMES I wrestle with our ongoing problem. Klempner knows things he shouldn't. How is he finding out? Who is his spy? Francis, as ever, has been a treasure, extracting data from personnel files, both from the Haswell Corporation and staff files from Michael's employees.

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?

I recalled the way her eyes looked at me with genuine attention, unlike Freya who used to serve me begrudgingly out of obligation. Anyone who knew my secret would probably consider me foolish and obsessed. How could they not? When I desired her, all I did was embrace lingerie that still held Sasha's scent. I couldn't even muster the desire to sleep with another woman after experiencing what it was like with Sasha. Even when she disappeared from my sight, I still longed for her. I continued to have people search for her in various cities, but we found no trace of her in the last four years. Turns out, recently I found out that Tara sabotaged all my search efforts. She paid my people twice the

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

We already spoke to our leader and know what's the details of our mission" Chris spoke first, I was glad that he took the lead in this mission, cause I really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone here, I just want to complete our assignment and get out of here. "I also was told that you have a werewolf in your group, but I don't sense the wolf, is the individual here" blake said snapping me out of my thoughts "Yes, this is Eli , she's also an assassin hunter like myself " "Nice to meet you, we did not get to introduce ourselves earlier " , I just give him a stiff nod , not feeling the need to talk to him, but him not getting the hint he asked me another question "How come I cannot sense yo

Tanya’s POV Everyone’s eyes are on Lily as she comes to the front of the stage, and from the sidelines a professional-looking investigator steps out from the crowd, coming up to stand beside her. He holds a file and carries a bag that he sets on one of the tables, unloading its contents to reveal perfumes that he places down. “I’ve done a detailed investigation of Malik’s perfume store where Tanya use to work.”

It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik. Pressing a button, I activate the speaker. “What’s going on, Hunter?” Hunter gives me a bemused smile and waves a file up toward the camera. “Hey Savage, sorry to bother you at this time, but we have to talk.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look at the file in his hand, but I can’t see a thing. Instead, I press another button, release the lock, and nudge my chin. “Come on up.”

A person who had got car accident didn’t look like her. “ May be you are true. I should try some books. I will ask dad to bring me some books.” She said happily. “ Why don’t you surf through the net till they arrive.” Tina suggested. “ Wow that is a good idea.” Joanna said happily and took the phone to search through the sensational news. Suddenly she caught glimpse of a news that shocked her to no end.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

And I was the ghost hunter who would unearth it. I opened one of my secure terminals, its screens flickering to life before me. I accessed an encrypted folder labeled “Project: Löwe.” There were heavily redacted military reports, statements from teammates… everything painting the portrait of a perfect killing machine. Too perfect. I started at the edges, at the loose threads. Every myth is built on omissions. One name kept appearing: Raphaël Jie Xuan Dubois. The only man who seemed to have Tristan’s unconditional trust. An obvious point of vulnerability, but attacking it directly would be suicide.