Tank Dempsey Novels & Stories

I decided to steal Marcello's idea and stay at home, I am all for her having freedom but something about her dating a guy feels too far. I doubt I could sit there and watch her either. Sitting together we do work, I'm still trying to figure out who was at the casino that Alesandro would have let win to gain the money. I hear the door and look up, Demitri walks in and behind him Daisy, my eyes widen when I see her. The dress is ripped open, and her hair is a mess. She doesn't say anything just runs past crying and I hear her door lock.

From Sloane’s demeanor, he could tell his ex-partner felt it too. Conner’s musings were interrupted by the appearance of a tall, broad form from a doorway to their right. Brian Dempsey was a twenty-year veteran with the brush cut hair and erect bearing of a Marine officer. Conner had worked with Dempsey several times and had a great deal of respect for the SWAT commander. Dempsey beckoned for Conner and Sloane to join him “Hello, Case,” Dempsey said in his deep baritone voice. “Good to see you again.” He extended a latex glove covered hand toward Conner.

Mateo replied, "Amethysta mentioned it casually. She said she met someone named Icarus Dempsey. As long as I remember there was only one Dempsey family we were aware of. But it's been twenty years since Dareen Dempsey left the pack with his twin sons. I thought that name was just history. I know there was no one with Dempsey after them. If I know correctly, Icarus Dempsey must be Dareen Dempsey's son." Patrick’s mind almost collapsed when he heard the name Dempsey. His eyelids fluttered and he gulped his saliva. Fear danced in his eyes. Patrick fell into silence until Mateo called him. Sweat slid down from his face, exposing every thought he was having on his face. “Uncle,” Mateo called out

Most were SUVs , but this one was a more traditional and luxurious one, although it was still a four-door. Dempsey did the talking for the few minutes that followed the ride. It wasn't usual because I was the chatty one, however, he noticed that she was too anxious to speak. He commented on his work, which for him was not a deep subject, telling me that Gerard got a good location in Chicago and that he would be traveling next week. He asked me if I wanted to go with him and maybe do some sightseeing. I foolishly reminded him that he should take care of Sunny, to which he replied that we could take her with us.

Dempsey had been nervous and anxious at the Conrad residence ever since he was not allowed to go inside the hospital. Several men had been sent to investigate, but none had returned to inform him of the situation. At night, he finally received the news. He inquired as soon as he noticed that the man he had sent had returned fast, "How's the situation?" The individual said, "Miss Radomil has regained her consciousness, but the child..." Dempsey knocked his walking stick on the floor, which alarmed him the most. "What's the child's problem? Leave the bean!"

“Your choice whether you want to do this the easy way or the hard way.” Dempsey dropped his bag on the ground. He knew what awaited him if he went into the SUV with the men. Either death would come now or it would come later, after Salvay had had his fun. Vescovi had mentioned something about hanging in Salvay’s basement. Good luck to them dragging him there alive. Dempsey changed, facing the men. He always liked it the hard way. ***

When I heard the ending, I looked out at the clear blue sky beyond the windows of my law firm and smiled in relief. Just then, my assistant knocked on the door and reported, "A Miss Reed says she's your friend. She's waiting downstairs." I was a little surprised and quickly went down. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I saw Nora Reed leaning against a sports car and waving at me with a smile. "Attorney Hayes, interested in going for a drive?" "It would be my honor." Looking at her, I felt the corners of my mouth lift without meaning to, and I ran toward her.