Trevor Jackson On Kc Undercover の小説・ストーリー

Matt ‘King’ Kingston pulled up to the cabin, killed the SUV engine. Jackson ‘Jack’ Taylor raised his eyebrows at him. “Jesus Christ,” Jack said. “I do not want to do this, King.” “No?” King unbuckled his seatbelt and took a look around the woods. “Burying a body in the Rockies isn’t your idea of a fun Thursday evening?” Jack groaned, rolled his blue eyes. “Nah. I kinda wanted to watch boxing on TV. Order a pizza. Take a night off from murder and mayhem.”

A Man had gone into the hospital and killed his dear wife, below It was another recorded conversation of the man with Annie Cooper. Jackson had just played everything. He wondered how this was hidden from the public all along. He has to pay his last respects to his wife. This would be the last thing he would be doing for her. So immediately Jackson began to dress up. He had to go to the closest police station ever “How can we be of help to you?” Asked the officer. Jackson made it clear that he wouldn’t be dropping anything until he met with the DPO He made it clear that he didn’t trust the normal ranking officers, and they could do with his information whatever they wished

Trevor said with twisted lips and started digging around in his coat pocket. “Why? Who is it?” Christopher asked. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor said and pulled out his cell. “Oh, no,” Bruce groaned like it was the last name he wanted to hear. “Who?” Christopher asked in a high-pitched tone. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor repeated. “Heather Ingram’s husband.” “What! No! There has to be someone else!” Christopher yelled. “We don’t have time to shop around, Christopher,” Trevor snapped as he pressed the screen on his phone.

He removed the towel from his head and slung it over his shoulder. "Why not now?" I thought for a moment about my excuse, and then I remembered the trump card I was saying. “My trump card, I’m telling you now what it was,” I reminded him. "What is that? Yeah, I forgot about it.” He sat on the armrest of the couch, and one foot was on top of the couch and the other was on the brown color carpeted floor. He was suddenly interested. “It’s the Kharmi corporation. I found out something that will surprise you. About the true death of Jackson.”