The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

-00- I pulled my jacket closer while taking a sip of my black coffee every now and then to block the cold air that was starting to pierce my skin. Chicago in late autumn will indeed be very cold, maybe tomorrow or tonight it will snow cover the city. I sighed softly while imagining my life the last three years after joining the country's Agent agency. Now I never kill people again and instead become an investigator in murder cases. Is life playing a joke on me? It seems so. I feel trapped between black and white now. "Austin, what are you doing here?"

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Nicky's POV "I'm pleasantly surprised to find that you have better taste than Agent Stevenson in terms of living arrangements," I tell Agent North as I toss my backpack onto the couch in the living room of the safe house. Agent North smiles at me as he leans back in his seat at the small dining table. "The hotel wasn't up to your standards?" He questions in amusement. "I know a fair bit about crappy hotel rooms," I reply with a wave of my hand. "I've been in worse. I usually don't turn on the lights. I don't ever what to know what's in there."

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

Author P.O.V. Nicholas stood at the door watching him as he searched for the flash drive. "What the hell could he be looking for and who the hell sent him?" Nicholas saw his gun on the bed, he knew if he didn't get rid of that gun, he will be at risk and the intruder might get away. He regretted giving his guards a day off today, Nicholas walked quietly to the bed and picked up the gun. He cocked the gun and pointed to Agent Z saying, "Your time is up man, your hands on your head". Agent Z smiled, raising his head slowly to his head. "Turn around slowly," Nicholas said. Agent Z turned slowly but immediately pressed a button on his belt, causing thick smoke to fill the room. Agent Z

The journalist photographs key pages, hands steady despite the weight of what he’s handling. I move to the window. Outside, the world is a smudged canvas of gray—rain streaking down glass, muddy tracks cutting through the lot. Somewhere out there, the man I’m hunting is still moving, still certain he’s untouchable. Ten minutes pass before the agent hangs up and approaches. “They’ll move tonight,” he says. “All of them.” I nod. The rain doesn’t let up. And in my chest, a quiet satisfaction coils like a loaded spring. He doesn’t know it yet—but the noose is already there.

No other offices. A woman sat outside, likely a secretary. She saw us and pressed her intercom. “Sir, Victor’s back. With the girl.” Victor nodded at me to go in. He didn’t follow. “ Not coming?” I asked. He smiled faintly. “You’ll be fine.”I shrugged, hoping his boss would give me the gig and also hoping I wasn’t walking into a trap. I pushed open the doors. I didn’t even get a word out. My breath caught in my throat. It was him. The guy from Level Up club. My mysterious one-night stand.

The man looked familiar—one of the soldiers who’d ambushed them in the Central Highlands. Four more men fell silently as the agents closed in. When buildings emerged through the gloom, the team spread out, surrounding and infiltrating the ramshackle dump. Thanks to a government drone, they knew the layout, and Gage approached the main building. The remaining guards were drinking and loitering near a burn barrel. The flames lit up the targets, and Gage slipped off his night-vision goggles as his men closed in like raptors, ending lives silently.