Tank Dempsey Novels & Stories

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.

"That's always a possibility. But there's one thing I don't understand: why did the person in charge of the chamber of commerce have you imitate him and take his place?" Dempsey shook his head: "I don't know. I just followed orders." He thought the same as Amelia and couldn't understand the point of having him replace that person. He had asked about it, but never got an answer. "By the way," Amelia suddenly thought of something, "he had you manipulate the stock market, right? Anyone who bought into Prosperity and Energy would go bankrupt?" Dempsey looked up, then lowered his gaze: "Yes, those two stocks seemed to be rising all the time, but all it would take is the right trigger, and when it

“Be here in a few days.” Alex drifted off again, and Dempsey did not stop him. He wrote a note, leaving it on Alex’s nightstand with further instructions to carry out when he woke up. Dempsey was behind in information on what was happening on the mountain. He had no idea how much had changed. If there had been any subsequent attacks. Since the butler’s return, things escalated here as well. Dempsey was sure that now, after the meeting he had had with the vampires, they had more than Sven to worry about. He had finally convinced Vescovi of the same. Dempsey was reaching the city limits, opting not to take the train, when he realized he was not alone. In seconds, he found himself surrounded by

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.

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.