The Man Who Knew Too Much Review Novels & Stories

The man at the table smiled smugly as two armed men rushed out. “They thought they could escape over the balcony. Fools,” the man in the white shirt practically spat his disgust. Screams outside were followed by a sickening thud as the two armed men fell headlong over the rails. “They must be on an adjacent balcony, shooting at us,” The man said, his tone slightly impressed. “I had not given them that much credit. Well played young scholars.” He stroked his chin where a beard must have once grown.

Fully exposed. No more backup. No more buffers. I sat at the kitchen table and stared at the fridge like it could answer me. My mind was racing again. Who was the man in the alley? How did he know? Who else had he told? Was he bluffing? No. He wasn’t bluffing. He knew too much. I opened a notepad and started writing. Who has the most to gain from destroying me? Who was in that hotel? Did someone see Jack? Could it be someone from the staff?

“Let's go, I know this great coffee shop up on Newbury Street.” “I have no idea where Newbury Street is.” “I know, and that's why I'm here. You're going to know this city inside and out by the time I'm done with you.” He opens the door and fans his arm for me to pass through. I look him up and down again. Taking in the casual, but oh so sexy look he has going on. I'm doomed. I can feel it. This man looks good in anything he puts on his body. Lord help me, I think to myself as I smile and go into the hall. At least he's not wearing gray sweatpants.

The man was visibly murmuring something with all the gusto he can muster clearly incensed by something, more like muttering curses, literally. They followed the man unwittingly into his shack and he locked the door behind him. Seemingly settled and relieved to be finally doing what he wants to do, the man made a gesture like a leading choirmaster while taking a deep breath. After which he opened his eyes and walked to a trove of unknown substances which he quickly uncovered and a stench like Tom had never perceived wafted into the room while Horemakhet remained completely unaffected. Standing stoic like a paid statue. As the grey and completely dirty blanket left the trove Tom peeked under h

In their secret. But they were wrong. In the shadows, just beyond the cracked door, a man they didn’t know — a man no one knew — had seen it all. An evidence too precious to be lost.

I hit play again. The footage jittered back to life like it hated being forgotten. A shipment yard glowed in the dark—grainy, floodlit, silent. The hijack played out like a clockwork: fast, brutal, executed with surgical precision. Crates were loaded in a Polish truck, they went missing in front of my eyes like they’d never wanted to be there in the first place. I couldn’t see the face of the man who spilled something from the large metal canister. The face was concealed with simple surgical mask and a hoodie. Fire rolled through Elky’s yard like it was purifying sin with gasoline. I spotted nothing new there. I’ve seen that footage at least ten times before. Everybody else has seen it as we

he watches the lawyer. The lawyer leans back, mouth agape and gives out a slow audible whistle. “No way” “Hmmm, I had someone watching the safe house, Mike and Donald trust people too much. They left things out, they thought no was watching, I drop a bag of money, a little Favour here and there and a break in later… boom, they had no idea who they are dealing with, funny of them to think I would walk into the same room with people I know nothing about, I must have done an underground research my man” Delmont chuckles with pride leaning back.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet and cold. Wendy wallowed in her thoughts, mumbling a lot of things. “Could it be that the strange man knows that I am married to Hilton and he wanted to take me as a prey to get to my husband?” “Is it possible that Hilton had offended the man?” She didn't know how to connect the dots. Nevertheless, Hilton was her husband and she was determined to be on his side. Soon she fell asleep. Inside a mansion. Jason was in his study room with his attention fixed on his laptop. His phone buzzed and he checked what the notification was about.

“That so?” And my stomach dropped again “Yeah,” I said, trying to keep her voice steady and he nodded slowly, like he was humoring me and didn’t believe her at all “Right,” he murmured as he turned and walked out just like that, leaving the door slightly open behind him, leaving me with my heart racing and miind spinning because that didn’t feel random or like a guess, it felt targeted I looked at my journal, then back at the door and a slow, uneasy feeling crept in, it felt cold and unsettling, almsost impossible to ignore because now it wasn’t just a thought anymore or just overthinking. It was a question, a real one, one that refused to let my mind be and refused to go away. HOW DID HE KN

Shielded. But never asked what she actually wanted. The realization irritated him more than it should have. “She doesn’t understand what this world is,” he said. The man gave a faint almost amused look. “And you think ignorance will save her?” “It could’ve.” “No,” the man said softly. “It only would’ve delayed this.” Alessandre looked away for the first time. Just briefly. His thoughts moved rapidly now. Connecting pieces. The attack. The missing security footage. The timing. The pressure being applied from multiple directions simultaneously.