Romans & histoires Tana French The Searcher

“How many attacks?” “Three confirmed. They’re getting closer to the Research Wing.” I paused. “Where Tanya works.” He stayed quiet for a beat. “And Jess Moore,” he said. “You brought her up on the phone. What about her?” I laid it out for him. Not everything all at once. I built it piece by piece so he could get there himself instead of me just handing it over. The weird scent thing. Seraphine spotted the dampening sigil. The library run-in. The blood anchor requirement.

Then she looked for a worker who would talk. She stopped a foreman. “Someone who has worked here a long time,” she said. “Years ago.” The foreman hesitated, then pointed to a bench. “Old Marlow. Sailor wolf.” Marlow looked up as we approached. White hair. Rough hands. No smile. “You’re Frank’s boy,” he said. “I’m Taren,” I replied. “I’m looking for my mother. Kathy. I need what you saw the night she disappeared.” Marlow’s eyes flicked to the security cameras. “You want me dead?”

One would think they’re restraining a monster. Perhaps what bothered me most was her eyes. They’re empty. The usual lightness disappeared like it was stolen from her. I let my gaze trail from her neck down her chest, noticing they had stripped her off her uniform, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and bra. My hands trembled with an urge to kill someone right now, and I know exactly who. Scarlet Tate. I could smell her disgusting perfume even from a mile away. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a small knife laying on a table nearby.

I could see the effect of the Arousal Aroma growing stronger, her breaths coming faster, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She patted the sofa next to her, inviting me to sit. "Come, join me," she said, her voice sultry and inviting. As I walked towards the sofa, I discreetly activated the AI lens integrated into my mask. The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details.

We pretty much regret not killing him since the day we took him in. That is why Reaper and Savage have been hounding Hunter to find him. Hunter is one of the top Confradia hackers. And even though he’s the same age I was when I went off to war, he’s still quite naive about how the Confradia works. He’s a nice kid and a good agent, but he will never be an assassin. His girlfriend, Maleah, is Sage’s best friend and the reason Sage and I met.

A man who specialized in digging up dirt that didn't want to be found. "I need a tail," she said, her voice ice cold. "On a woman named Sophia Tan. I want to know who she meets. I want to know where she goes. And I want to know if she has any... secret friends." She hung up. She looked out the window, toward the AVA flagship store. "You want a war, Ariane?" she whispered to the glass. "I'll give you a war."

Benita turned to Tana. “I’m so sorry,” she said, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “I thought you had left.” “I would never leave you alone in this…” Tana paused, surveying the massive room. “…palace of stress. I was gathering intel.” “Intel?” Benita raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to sit closer.“Tell me what you’ve found.” Tana exhaled and leaned in. “First, the woman you saw Damien with? That’s Trina Festerfield.”

She’s only been missing for a few hours; how far could they have gotten without their scent being found? I spent the better part of the night searching the forest with the rest of the warriors. I might have been angry with Bernard and Anna for allowing Tessa to run off alone, but the only one I truly had to blame was myself. I was the one who brought her here in the first place. It was my fault she was in this position. We expanded our search and began looking through the human cities and nearby towns. We also searched other parts of the forest. I was ready to start searching other mountains as well, but the sun could be seen rising in the distance.

His pheromones spiked, and it was chaotic, guilty, and restless. He looked away, his pulse racing. "Maybe... Maybe that man was without a choice." "Without a choice? That doesn't make it OK to hunt his own kind!" Desperate to change the subject, Austin blurted out, "Did you find out who did it?" Tabitha shook her head with a self-mocking laugh. "I hear that he was an agent from some international hit squad. A ghost in the shadows. How am I supposed to find someone like that?"