Novel & Cerita Under Suspicion Series

“I’m managing risk.” Maeve held my gaze a long moment. Then she asked, “Does she suspect?” It was a simple question that carried a hundred consequences. I didn’t answer too fast. Speed looked like lying. “No,” I said. “Not directly. She thinks we’re human security with a lot of secrets.” Pike scoffed. “Humans always suspect.” “Then it’s our job to be smarter than their suspicion,” I replied. Whitlock leaned back, eyes hard. “You’re proud of this?”

"Keep playing it exactly like that. It will soon be old news." I sit on the edge of the chair. "I don't think it will be old news anytime soon. Cole strongly suspects me." "Cole suspects everyone right now. That's not the same thing as evidence." She uncrosses her ankles and leans forward. "He has nothing concrete or he would have already moved. What he has is grief and anger looking for a direction. As long as you stay calm and consistent, suspicion is all it will ever be." "He looks at me differently."

“This is a tricky one, but we’ll get to the bottom of it.” I shook his hand, the rough texture of his palm a stark contrast to the smooth silk of Laura’s dresses. As I left the coffee shop and stepped back out into the harsh glare of the early afternoon sun, a heavy weight settled in my chest. The missing funds were a serious problem, but the thought of betrayal, of someone close to me being responsible, was even more disturbing. I had to trust Miles, trust that he would uncover the truth, whatever it might be. But the uncertainty gnawed at me. Who was the thief? Was Arnold really the criminal? The question lingered, unanswered, as I headed back to the company, the weight of suspicion now a

“What’s happening?” “It’s your Dad,” Susann responded quickly, glancing around nervously as she walked down the hall to her room. “He got here to peer at me. He’s beginning to suspect something. He desires to understand what’s without a doubt occurring between you and Marie.” Aaron’s breath stuck on the alternative quit, and Susann could pay attention to the anxiety in his voice. “Did you tell him anything?” “No,” Susann stated firmly. “I didn’t give whatever away, however, I’m no longer certain how much longer I'm able to maintain this up. He’s getting suspicious, Aaron. You want to return, and you want to do it fast.”

Double Cross Isabelle's POV While Carlos and I pretty much were picking our way carefully through a brittle truce, truth got entangled—an undercurrents of mistrust and suspicion run too deep underneath. Morris was back in our lives, busy with Carlos, planning an appeal that hung over us all like the sword of Damocles. I played the supportive wife, but my stomach twisted with each glimpse of the two of them huddled together in strategy sessions. Not to forget Allison—always there to remind me things were not just as they seemed.

She sipped the juice until all was gone but before she could open the water, her vision went black. When Suzie opened her eyes again, she felt dog tired. She opened her eyes and much to her surprise, she was in a hospital room. She tried to sit up only to find out she was strapped to the bed. “What the hell?” She exclaimed. “Ah the lovely Suzie has awoken. Now let’s skip the pleasantries. You are going to die, but not yet. You tortured my son until he screamed for you to kill him. There are five other people waiting to take a crack at you, you won’t survive, we are too angry at you. Now, I will give you a few minutes to get your soul in order, not that you have one.”

Her thumb was above the screen for a period of time she'd never precisely measured but that had felt like standing at the edge of something. The slight shake of the phone in her hand. The way she'd had to talk herself through it, telling herself it was just a photo, just a text, just a small thing. She thought about the soft ding when it was sent. She thought about turning her face into the pillow and lying there in the dark feeling entirely exposed, having done something she couldn't take back. She thought, Susie. "You knew," she said. "I suspected," Susie said. "Very strongly. Based on three years of empirical observation and one very specific afternoon in October of year eleven when I wat

Captain Foster glanced down at Mona clinging to his leg, disgust plain on his face. Then he stepped past the crowd and walked straight up to me. He straightened his cap and gave me a sharp, textbook salute. "Inspector Sloane! The financial crimes division responded to your tip. Full team's in position." That one ringing "Inspector Sloane" was the final straw. Walsh, who'd only just come around enough to catch his breath, heard the official police confirmation, rolled his eyes back, and passed out cold again in the puddle he'd made. I gave Captain Foster a small smile and nodded. Then I snapped my fingers and tilted my chin toward the technician standing behind him.

Risa asked, sounding scared. “Unfortunately, the suspects are the three people who never went to the meeting. That means that Risa, Joseph, and Urkstin are all suspects.” I explained, taking over charge from Mia. Urkstin seemed to be worried, but not surprised. Risa seemed extremely shaken up, and Joseph just laughed his awkward laugh. “I guess I can’t argue with that,” He responded, laughing nervously, “But can I bring something up?” “What is it?” Poppy asked, cocking her head to the side.

Carrie dоеѕ nоt need tо hаvе any mоrе suspicion about mе. “It’ѕ ѕtrаngе. And you’re nоt wrоng. The роlісе hаvеn’t approached hіm wіth thе news about Aрrіl. But іt’ѕ not for thе rеаѕоn you think. April’s ѕаfеtу is раrаmоunt. Jеѕѕuр hаѕ been under investigation on аnоthеr іѕѕuе fоr mоnthѕ. We’ve bееn wаtсhіng thіѕ сlub аnd hіѕ home. This іѕ ѕоmеthіng ѕоlіd, Cаrrіе, ѕоmеthіng that could actually stick.”