Vincent Adler White Collar Novels & Stories

"Are they still letting you investigate?" I asked worriedly because Vincent was from the Night Walker Pack too. 'Of course. My presence or absence is not a problem for the investigation. The problem is ... " Vincent looked doubtful then gritted his teeth again. 'What?" I insisted impatiently. Vincent exhaled loudly. "Edward Adler died the same night your seal was broken. No one has been able to confirm Alex's whereabouts that night, and Alex hasn't bothered to answer because ... " He looked at me with an expression of sympathy.

Then the sound of aggressive typing on his keyboard echoed through the phone, “Got it. The man you killed was-“ “I know who it was! I need to know who would care enough to get a detective on our tracks and why they would take Whitney.” “Again, sorry. He had a brother by the name Edgar, and…” He hesitated for a moment. “And what Zack?” I said harshly. “This Edgar guy and Whitney went to school together. Middle school, to be exact. Casio… This guy has a track record, and…” Zack took a big breath, “He works for Ansaldo Cadell.”

As I delved deeper into the investigation report, a bombshell dropped. Mr. Adler was the illegitimate child of Alexander Stone, the CEO of Stonewell Construction Enterprise, a long-standing rival of the A.D. Corporation. I was in disbelief. How could my father-in-law trust someone with such ties to their rival? My thoughts started racing as I put the pieces together. Mr. Adler had gone missing just before the chaos and breach in the company. Could he be the one responsible? I had always felt a twinge of unease around him, and now, my suspicions were only growing stronger.

Adrian's POV I sat in my office with the lights dimmed low, the city glittering outside like it was mocking me. My hand shook as I scrolled through my old contacts list, the one I used to call my insurance policy. These were the men who had shaken my hand at galas, who had laughed at my jokes and taken my calls at midnight. Men whose businesses had quietly benefited from Vitale connections for years without them even realizing it. Or so I had thought. I dialed the first number. Vincent Moretti. He had sat next to me at three different charity dinners. Elise had charmed his wife for hours about their daughter’s ballet recitals. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

His face turned serious, and his expression was a little complicated to understand, “Boss, while staying in Paris, I was trying to find the connection between Miss White and DW Wine Corp, as you asked before, even after knowing that your elder brother is the owner. To my surprise, I discovered that the attorney who recently assisted Camilla in her release from prison is from DW Wine Corp.” “What!? Say that again!?” I was utterly shocked, and my thoughts trembled at the sudden news. Calvin continued, “Yes, boss. I also found out that this lawyer is the chief legal adviser of DW Wine Corp. I have double-crossed the news, and it is the truth.”

“So what we received…” “Is either a modified copy or a complete fabrication, built to look authentic. Someone with deep knowledge of wolf governance protocols and access to our corporate routing.” I took a deep breath and went silent for a few seconds. “The only ones I can think of right now are Adrian and Vincenzo. Addrian had spent years on the Hawthorne Capital board. He knows every layer of the infrastructure. But he has been lying low for so long, why now?”

Adler took a sip on his drinks before he responded, “Where did he get his life insurance?” “From ‘Life and Future’ insurance company.” “Then, find if there are men in the same company who also died in the same way. And…” Adler stopped when he saw the man sitting at the next table. Vincent caught Adler looking at him. His eyes narrowed. “You!” Adler suddenly gasped then pointed to Vincent. Vincent’s arched brows lifted as he pointed himself. "Me?" He asked. After hearing his voice, Adler was convinced that he isn't the guy he thought he would be.

"The one that called Vincent." "I cannot prove it was Whitfield directly," Lucia said. "But the timing is not a coincidence. The call came six hours after Walsh's arrest, which was the arrest that got closest to Whitfield's financial structure. He felt the pressure and he responded." She paused. "He is also, by every account I can find, a careful and intelligent man who has spent twenty years in public life without a single scandal attached to his name. The kind of man who does not panic. The kind of man who, if he decided a problem required solving, would solve it in a way that left no trace back to him."

*** Later, in my office, I allowed myself to step back, finally breathe. It was afternoon. The desks cleared; city light casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I opened T*****r again. The trending topics were still him and me... it would stay that way for days, maybe weeks. I saw a link to an article titled “What Adrian Knew and What He Didn’t Know... and What That Means for Corporate Governance.” Another asked, “Should whistleblowers be heroes or vigilantes?” The comments debated fiercely. The hubbub grew louder and louder.

Everyone seemed to be busy with their own business. Walking halfway towards the private meeting room, a smart lady in her late twenties appeared. It was Adeline White, the only rose of all the thorns in the Crime Investigation Department. "Good morning Collins" She greeted him with a smile but the young man responded with a bland expression. The lady scoffed upon noticing his expressionless face. "C'mon, why don't you try smiling at least once, huh? Look, can't you tell everyone seemed to be scared of you?" She commented.