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“As of this moment, your office is to be vacated. No more logistics, no more port access… and I will be seizing every asset you currently hold.” Roger didn’t turn. “You’re celebrating your victory too soon, Damon.” “This isn't a celebration. It’s a warning,” Damon replied. He walked toward Roger’s desk, his fingers tapping against the expensive teak surface with a rhythm that made the skin crawl. “I found proof of what happened at the port two months ago. About how you faked the death of a woman named Sara Sterling.” Roger finally turned. His face remained composed, though his heart was a minefield of tension. He had felt his cleanup of the situation was perfect, yet Damon had still unearthe

I shook my head violently, as if I could fling the memories off like water. Roger. Of all people. The photos of the wrecked silver Volvo blurred as I scanned the notes. He’d been texting when he left the rest stop. He rammed straight into us. A “closed case.” The police had no reason to connect Roger Childs, failed manager and asshole extraordinaire, to Constance Montana—or to Alicia Evans. But I knew. The man who once tried to coerce me into spreading my legs had snapped his own neck on his airbag trying to run me off the road.

“I have men that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if you need the assistance. I simply want to help.” I nod, and Roger shows him to the door. As soon as he’s gone, I pour myself a generous amount of scotch. Tough kid, rough around the edges even with all his posturing in that suit and expensive haircut. Certainly somebody I’d prefer to call an ally than an enemy. When Roger returns, he immediately launches into the earful he's dying to give me. “We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.”

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

Because that made things easier for me to hunt down this fucking hitman before they arrived. I smiled through the darkness while bringing my wolf to the surface. The stranger might have thought he was good at hiding but this was my home and no one knew this place more than me. The audacity he had to attack me in my house made my wolf sing with bloodthirsty rage because things could have gone badly if Maisie and Alexei had arrived home earlier than me. I pulled out the gun from my back, hidden underneath my shirt as I approached the kitchen slowly. The fact that he had hidden there only confirmed my suspicions so I spoke, “You know you don't need to hide. I already know who you are and that m

"We have to approach this sensibly, Nick; we can't just fly off the handle based on third-hand information. You know that. Now, tell me again who this Roger dude is?" I take another deep breath before answering, trying to slow it down, as requested. I'd rushed in here like a madwoman and babbled almost incoherently while spilling out the story, Kent looking baffled and alarmed at my panic. "Roger is the valet of the Alpha's mansion," I explain. "And how did he get all this information about Charles's murder plot against his own mother?" Kent signals at Dave for another drink. "He overheard Charles talking in his office," I say. "He was going to drop off some paperwork and heard Charles yelli

He could use it against the girl and take her position as the top manager in the hotel. With excitement he knocked on the office but it wasn't answered "Mr Rogers" he called but there was no answer still.. After calling severally he forced the door open and what he saw scared him to the bone. Mr Rogers was covered in cold blood, sitting on his office chair dead with eyes and mouth opened. The bullet was shot into his mouth, make a pool of blood that stained the white floor of the office. John couldn't move or scream. He just stood there unmoving not knowing what to do

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

"Well, I didn't like it at all. It feels like you're accusing me of something and I have no idea of what it is." "I'm not accusing you of anything," he says, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm just trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make it seem that way." I melt. His apology is genuine and I go to him. He holds me and I don't let go. "Are you going to tell me what's happening?" He says, "Roger believes that the collision was premeditated. He said there was something off about the guy, about the whole encounter."

Kurt said before kissing Diane lips gently and she nodded as they pulled apart, Diane just watched Kurt walk out of their bedroom. ------ "Let me take this case, I have suspicions about this case" Roger asked as he was in Cook County State's Attorney's office. He pursed his lips while braced his arm on the desk "Why do you want this so badly" "I want to prove my ability in front of Kurt Mcveigh," Roger reasoned in front of Joe Foxx the lead of Cook County state’s Attorney, who was thinking of Roger's wishes. On the other building, Detective Austin sat on a sofa facing someone