The Innocent Coben Novels & Stories

He closed the top on his box, silencing the music. "Anything else?" he asked. Bob paused. "Leo was spotted with somebody else. A woman. We think she works for the group that arranges to prostitute girls. She doesn't hang around here." Steven's face turned hard into a line. "Find out her name," Steven growled. "If she is in our higher-level networks, I need to know why. And keep her out of Clara's town. If I even catch a hint she is in my daughter's area—"

"She's not here." "Huh?" I asked, "Where's Cobie?" "She's back in New York." "What?!" I gasped, "She didn't say bye!" I sighed, "Why so sudden?" "She wants to escape Elliot." "What? Why?" "He's joining the police force and she didn't like it." "What do you mean El's joining the police force?!" I gasped out loud, "That's impossible!" I mean, Elliot's part of the organization that is capturing the illegal stuff illegally!

Nina exhaled after the deed was done. Ariel, the sorceress was gone. The villain who had turned so many innocent people into rogues was finally gone. “One down,” Nina muttered. She looked back at Rogan and Thorin. They were still fighting hard. She looked away from them and averted her gaze to a person who was looking in her direction. It was Coby. She faltered for a second. To say he was looking at her was a bit of a misunderstanding. He was looking at his dead grandmother. He was staring at her corpse with complex emotions.

I have to be well. I went inside. “Vincent Smith?” “yes” “Please come inside the investigation room” I nodded and went inside. I know that this is just a small-scale investigation and it is gonna be a big one soon. Maybe the state level will reach a national level because it was the shooting of the CEO of one of the most profound businesses. I saw Heather there. She was crying badly and looking at me with an angry expression. Oh, she is such a fake. She doesn’t even love him!

The police officer did not immediately answer Miles Zimmerman's question. Instead, he leaned over and pressed a few buttons on a laptop, then a printer next to them immediately started running. Alex Cohen subconsciously looked at Miles Zimmerman with a face of incredulity. In the beginning, he quarreled with Ian Roche, so Ian probably had a grudge against him. Even so, such a grudge should not instigate Ian to take the risk to poison Francis Cohen. Ian was highly talented and a professional doctor, so it was impossible for him not to know that poisoning was a felony!

Flawless, like she had never been touched by death. I had gone up to her, heart pounding, relieved. Because if she was alive, Florence was innocent. As I approached her, I watched for some sign of recognition. Acknowledgment. She just blinked at me, polite but confused. “Sorry, do I know you?” The words hit me like a freight train on my chest. “It’s… me. Mason.” She shook her head, “I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone by that name!” I was stunned. Did she lose her memory as well? What are the chances?

He slid the file towards me like I was some disposable grunt, not his only son. The mission: Take out a snitch. some small time runner from a rival crew that's been feeding the police Intel. "The one in the green bomber jacket," the file haf said. "He'll be at the warehouse near the southern tracks." That was it. No backup. No second chances. The file should've said make sure it's the right guy. I revved the engine of my bike and took off, letting the sound Drown out everything else the guilt, the ache, the silence between me and Noelle.

I clenched my jaw and nodded. "Fine but first can you grab anything that could keep her warm? Please." He nodded and walked off. A few minutes later he came back with a large black coat that looked like it was made of some thick material. I smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you." He unlocked the door and I smiled. He knew how to get into everywhere in this place. He hated that he is an experiment, created only for Malum to try and find an answer to the secret. He would sneak around Malum and his goons with ease.

She seemed pleased with herself, throwing another snack ball into her mouth. "But the scent of ash, what could he have said to an accomplice to achieve that amount of fury infusion?" As much as I wanted to believe the eleven mage was planning something, it would make my existence easier for a start as I could have eyes on him all the time, something felt off.

Meanwhile, Leaf had been wandering about the Coopers’ garden for some time. He began to squirm. He wasn’t much of a party guy. The Coopers weren't just family friends; they were family to him, and that was the only reason he came. Otherwise he would not have come at all. Most of the guests were old and talked about business and marriage and things he didn't care about. Sahara was the only other person here close to his age. And frankly that was distraction enough. He’d even raised a brow earlier when Mrs. Viviene proudly declared that Sahara had cooked most of the food for the celebration.