The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Well, I’ll be glad to see you. But don’t think you can come down here and turn this into some big splashy story. The chief and the mayor won’t be happy with me if that happens.” “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Riley said, lying through his teeth. Nowak lived in one of the little developments that branched off the main street of town. He’d given Riley detailed turn- by-turn directions, but he wasn’t expecting his old college friend until after four p.m. Plenty of time for Riley to poke around the village, maybe have a drink at the bar. Plenty of time to listen to what people were saying about the murdered girls in their midst. The whole town was probably buzzing.

Looked at Nathan and Arabella. “Twenty minutes,” he said. They waited. In Buenos Aires, Elias Thorne wiped down the bar, checked the clock—10:23 PM—and wondered if he’d live to see morning. Three blocks away, FBI agents moved into position. Two blocks away, Daniel Reyes checked his weapon and prepared to earn his money. And somewhere in the shadows, a third team watched and waited for their own orders. All of them converging. All of them ready. The clock ticked toward midnight.

“I don't, Zamani. I only hold you in a high esteem.” “Wow, that's dope.” Which was a big lie, because sooner or later, Nightcore will be brought down to their knees. North cleared his throat. “Before I venture into a murder case, how about I spend my day with you?” He stretched out his hands to touch me, but I quickly withdrew my hands from the table and placed them on the desk. He stared at me as if I had a horn growing out of my head. I chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry. It's new hearing you say you want to spend the day with me. What happened to all those gangster shit?”

To make it better, I'm wearing no bra and my titties are attentively present. Firm, soft, perky, and untouched, starting right back at him and waiting to be ruined tonight. Hopefully, I will have him for the whole night because I don't know when another chance like this will prevail. The way his dark gazes are hungrily taking me in makes me more eager for this night. Maybe this is one of the best decisions I have ever made in my entire existence. Deciding that we have had enough of staring, I take my odds and slowly get on my feet. I'm not looking for a man to keep, it's just sex and everyone will go back to whatever hole they crawled from when morning comes.

Wide walls, heavy doors, shuttered windows that looked unbroken by time. The agent waited with keys in hand, his fingers trembling. “Payment required in full,” he said. I handed him the card for the swipe. Dino's card, which I didn't even know how much was in there. “Who are you?” He asked. “What the fuck is your problem!” Toro barked. The agent zoomed off. *** Days blurred. Hammer strikes rattled the walls. Paint peeled and was replaced. Lights flashed, wires hummed. Women scrubbed until their hands bled. Thugs barked at suppliers, carried crates, and blocked anyone who lingered too close.

I kept my palm flat over his back, my thumb tracing slow circles over his spine, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The calm didn't last. At five in the morning, heavy boots echoed down the safehouse corridor. *** The bedroom door clicked open. Agent Carter stepped into the room, her face pale under the dim hallway light, her tablet held in her gloved hand. Behind her, Jax stood with his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with rising fury. I sat up slowly, keeping my arm wrapped around Noah’s waist to keep him anchored against my side. Noah stirred, his dark eyes opening as he felt the sudden drop in the room's temperature.

Nora P.O.V. The city’s neon-lit streets pulsed with life, casting their glow across the sleek, tinted windows of our black town car as it moved steadily through the heart of the bustling nightlife. From the back seat, I watched the world speed by, flashes of red, blue, and yellow merging into a chaotic blur. Beside me, Agent Lee, my partner for this operation, sat reviewing the details of tonight’s mission. His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue.

“You? One of us? Are you on drugs or something? Look at you.” I understood his skepticism. The fat, disheveled woman standing before him was a far cry from the sleek, powerful agent I once was. But I hadn’t come this far to be turned away. “I’m Allison Miles,” I said, my voice steady. “I used to be a top agent here.” His laughter sounded through the alley. “Allison Miles? That’s hilarious. Allison Miles was perfect in every aspect, unlike you.” Ignoring his taunts, I rattled off a series of codes, my words flowing in the cryptic language used only by the agency’s elite. “Delta-7, Bravo-3, Omega-12. Operation Nightfall. Cipher X-ray.”

I hurriedly turned away from the dining room and stood nearby. "Yeah, it was weird. Usually, he always comes home whenever and whatever night. I asked his friends, and they said that Adam came home because one of them also took Adam to the front, and he saw Adam come in. But Adam wasn't in the room. I looked everywhere, but nothing. Even his phone is dead; I can't contact him," Catherine said faintly in my ear. "How strange," Gavin whispered. Not wanting to hear their conversation, I immediately walked quickly into the room and closed the door from the inside quickly. I walked over to my closet and opened the wooden door to find Adam still sitting there, covered in sweat.

"Humm... the lady I took the night become and that of two days ago are all same person. I took her home to give her some business documents because she is my business partner." "So the lady you took home two days ago was fat and fair, and the lady you took home last night was black and slim, so how the fuck did one person have two body shapes... and are you trying to tell me you only take clients to your house at night? What kind of document do you hand over to them? Is it a record of your d**k's picture?" Elizabeth was clearly upset, and William was well aware of it. He was doomed! "Were you spying on me?" William inquired because he, too, was upset about being caught by Elizabeth.