Trevor Jackson On Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

Jake asked. "She just ran out of the clubhouse upset." KC retorted. "I can promise you it wasn't over anything we talked about." Jake replied. "Ok. Carry on." KC ordered. "Yes Sir." Jake agreed. That uneasy feeling got worse. Something wasn't right, and he knew just the man to see. He went back inside and to the tech office that Harley and Dalton shared. Harley was the only one there right now. "Harley, I need a favor." KC asked.

“Madelaine Jackson is not the killer. My team in Sidburg, William and Pavo Hatcher know all about this. In fact, Mr. William and Mr. Pavo were the ones who ordered them killed. I have all the evidences, from the contract and the money they offered me for doing this job. I have it all with me. They are in my cabinet, hidden in a safe box with the passcode of my son’s birthday. I have been working with them for a long time, doing all the dirty works not to be caught by the police. My team had done an undercover mission, and one of us was killed because of me. I reported that undercover mission. And so when I killed the Jacksons, I was backed up with not only the Nightcrawlers, but also with my

" He walked out of the sunroom, furious. Jake took an immediate interest in Ravena. Assuring her that she was OK, he removed his phone from his belt and closed the door. Ravena inhaled deeply. She needed to speak with the sheriff next. She was confident it would go as smoothly as the one with his deputy. But she needed to ask Lucian if he knew what happened to Trevor after Joe murdered Doc and Ritka. Lucian got home an hour later, and Ravena, eager to see his uncle, threw the salad items in the bowl and raced to visit him as Tom was cooking lasagna in the kitchen. "Can you arrange for me to speak with Sheridan?" she said.

Without another word, she pulled her hand free And ran. Trevor didn’t chase her, He simply watched her disappear. Then slowly, he pulled out his phone. “He’s still watching her,” he said once the call connected. “Just like I predicted. Put a tail on him. I want every movement tracked.” “Yes, boss,” came the reply. “And Dominic…” Trevor added, his tone turning colder. “Get me everything on Claudia Jackson. I’ve sent her details already.” “Understood.” The call ended. Trevor lowered his phone, his expression thoughtful.

Detective Won happily uttered. "How does that helped?" Collin asked with such confusion. Who would get a lead from the victim's wallet that fell on the ground? "Let's say that we have pairs of eyes in the crowd of hell." ■■■ That night at the parking lot... "What's up, doc? I hope you're eating apple everyday." Boss Klyde McMarrow menacingly uttered to the old man before looking at the undercover agent Ricochet "Rig" Zimmerman. Working for years just to track all the illegal activities Klyde McMarrow does. "Check him." He ordered to him and he immediately obey.

"Oh, I don't think there are any wild beasts nearby." Jackson glanced at Beverly from the tail of his eye. The woman's breasts were sticking out of her underwear. Looks like Jackson bought Beverly the wrong size. "You've seen the king cobra a while ago, right?" "Yes." Beverly leaned against Jackson's body. The woman was curious about the rifle wrapped in cloth, which is now in Jackson's grasp. “Open it. I can't wait to see him. " "What?" Jackson stared at Beverly with a frown. His dirty brain instructed Jackson to open his pants and…

Next time I would only take one strike and I’ll be dead for sure. “But the big factor here is your decision...if you still want to go…” he trailed off. Uncle Rush excused himself as his high tec watch beeped, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The day passed by and it was my time to get discharged here. With my suitcase, I took my undercover stuff just in case and headed home with Uncle Rouge driving and my pregnant mom sitting by the passenger seat. When we arrived home, mom fell asleep in her room and Uncle Rouge stepped out to manage some things. I dropped to the bed and sniffed the smell. My phone rang and I saw James’ name on the caller ID.

At least I was sure of her. Alicia handed me her business card and we walked back into the house. “I wanted her to show me cows, she has some nice cows, great farmer. I should borrow some tips from her.” Alicia told Jackson. Jackson smiled and told her, “It is ok, but who will stay with them? You have a lot of work.” “I will hire a shamba boy.” Alicia said, looked at me and smiled, and proceeded to the table where they had their meeting. I remained with Jackson on the table room who began to tell me of his exploits as a KDF officer in various missions outside Kenya.

The person on the other end spoke immediately, saying, “Good afternoon Miss Carnell. I am a host from ‘Tea and Chat,’ and I was wondering if you want to give us an exclusive interview at our afternoon guest talk show about how your cousin stole your role.” “I don't want to be-” “We are willing to pay for your time.” The smirk on Glenn’s lips widened as she listened to the desperation in his tone. It was just like she imagined. “Of course, I'll help. What do you need from me?” “Just an essential interview today, at our five o'clock section with our popular talk host, Jennifer. Her view rating is our highest.” The guy replied. “All right, I'll see you soon,” Glenn assured as she hung up.

It is his laptop; no one will go through it without him there. "You understand Kitty; I was making drinks in the kitchen, right?" I nod, smiling, what am I missing? "You see Kitty, Jackson was going through the photos because I just had loads sent of Troy that may be used for the funeral." I feel my face flush, Jackson saw the pictures.