Thought Police Novels & Stories

We climb into his bed and I prop myself up on his chest to look at him as he leans back with his heads behind his head and his body stretched out. “I know your security guy, Trace can see thoughts and while there are many, many employees and this might not be possible, Could he meet with each one?” I ask. “It would be too obvious and could be problematic. He can only do so much of it per day, too. However, you are on to something. I think I could have him walk through the various businesses and scan for anyone who’s thoughts stand out. If we vary his schedule and just act like he is doing a regular security patrol, maybe,” Adonis hums, as he moves one hand to lazily play with the strands of

Zee POV. "Say that again bitch! I'm going to kill you," Hore yells at me while on a video call with me. "For the million times, don't say it out loud, what if someone is listening?" I remind her not to throw threats out in the air, she never knows who could be hearing, or that I might turn on her and send her to jail one day. "You're going on a date with a cop!" she yells again. "Not a date, just a coffee, and he's not a cop, he's a detective," I say answering her, he doesn't count as a cop, it's different.

"You are trying to tell us if it is true that you hypnotize people via satellite to get them to demonstrate in the street and appoint you president?" asked the policeman, a little disbelieving. "Right. If you don't believe I have the proof," Boston replied. “Is this some kind of joke? The police can sue you if you mess with us!” exclaimed one of the policemen. “Do I look like I'm playing? I'm surrendering myself!" Boston Hopkins replied.

He only prayed that they were not too late. Behind them, Sam Park and another officer tailed closely, keeping in contact with John through a walkie talkie. William had given Thomas’ details to John and the detective had immediately sent a dispatch team to look for traces of a black Porsche via the company’s Porsche Vehicle Tracking System (PVTS). William personally wondered if Thomas had deactivated the system, their mother had bought this model for his twin who had requested for certain features to be added while others to be taken out. He never did check what his twin had tinkered with. He should have, he should have taken more interest in the workings of his twin’s twisted mind. He should

Very gently, the policeman knocked our car’s window. Ours were tinted so he would not see inside so we dressed up and sat down, as I rolled down the window pane. “Sorry Madam to disturb you, but we wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t be here.” The policeman who wore traffic police uniform informed us. I was about to ask why when he suddenly said, “There were robbers who stole at a bank in Githunguri and they used a car similar to this, we only noticed it is not the one when we read your number plate, but for your safety, just drive along not to arouse suspicion of other officers, you know, some police men are trigger happy and might shoot at you without confirming.”

“We would’ve noticed. We always notice.” “What about trackers?” she asks, her voice softer than intended. “Could they have tagged one of the cars?” He snorts. “We check for those all the time. Every morning. Every route. Every stop.” He hesitates. “If someone got tracked …” He looks around the room — slowly, pointedly — his eyes landing on each of us in turn. “Then it was someone who didn’t check. Someone not trained. Someone not attentive to that kind of thing.”