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I stated, "I bet you have quite some dirt on Clifford Holmes because he's always been a slick attorney. Hand over the evidence. Also, if any client wants to sue Marie Harding, please hand me that case." I could gather evidence of Clifford's unethical practices, but that would take a long time because he was a cautious man. My new employer, Cole Bates, had wanted to make a move against Clifford's law firm for a while now, and his first target was Clifford. Cole gladly did me a favor and handed me evidence against Clifford, saving me a significant amount of time and effort. I owed him one. It was a win-win situation.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

One small tig on my hand and I was sitting on his knee. “What,like being kidnapped by the mob?” I muttered. Throwing back his head, The Judge laughed. “You weren't kidnapped by the mob Taylor.” sobering so suddenly that it left me wondering whether that laugh was genuine, his dark eyes met mine. He had a thing about looking into my eyes. And the closer we were the better. It was almost like he wanted to see something in them, like he was searching deep into my soul for something that only he knew about. “I'm pretty sure-”

Please tell me it’s some stupid frat nickname they got in college and it’s just an inside joke. He doesn’t reply, just turns his head and looks back towards the house, slowly sliding his hands in his pockets. Right, all the useless true crime info i’ve collected over the years really needs to come in handy right now. What was that one book I read? About listening to your fear and it’s never wrong. I mean, the premise is great Mr Clever Author, but in practice, what if you're being led by your three year sex dry spell hmmm? What then?

"Months of writing, editing, revising and now it's a physical book people can buy." "People are buying," Sofia announced, checking her phone. "We're number seven on A****n's true crime bestseller list. Day one." The publisher had arranged for Blake to do a reading and Q&A. He stood at the podium, opening to Chapter Twelve the section covering his arrest and the moment he realized Morrison had orchestrated everything.

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

“Two blue balls. One dead man, and a right-hand man who didn’t deliver what he promised.” His smile faltered, but I walked away without looking back. __________ Lessia booked the Uber from her account, to drive us a few blocks away. We didn’t worry about the record or trail, because after tonight, there would be no Karen. Fast hands tore off the prosthetics and the wigs, burning all the evidence in an alley dumpster. Nothing left. No skin. No hair strands. No trace. Max pulled up seconds later. They all got in, everyone except me. I was already moving toward the hospital, toward Sareena.

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When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

And beneath it, I wrote three words: Find the truth. I spent the next year in libraries and courtrooms.I read everything. Criminal codes. Detective novels. Forensic science. Old news clippings. I started attending open hearings downtown — mostly petty theft and drug cases. But sometimes… sometimes I saw something useful.And then one day, I saw him. Raffaele Moretti.