Vincent Adler White Collar Novels & Stories

“Sutcliffe was working with two other vampires, Whitfield and Ewing. Whitfield’s sire was Laurence Taylor- the vampire I staked a while ago, before we met- and Taylor was Cavendish’s rival. We, uh, did Cavendish a favour by taking out Whitfield and a chunk of his organisation.” “We helped another vampire? I helped vampires to rescue you?” There’s a thought tapping on the shoulder of my rage, distracting me before I can explode entirely. I take several breaths, Aiden watching me with infuriating calm, just waiting to see which way the dice land. Wrath, or logic. I probably wouldn’t be able to hurt him anyway, even if I did… slap him, or hit him, or… do something to channel my churning mess of

Whitfield hesitated. "About two months before your divorce," he said, "Adrian came to me with an unusual request. He wanted to change his will. He wanted safety plans put in place. And he wanted to start a private investigation into the company's top leaders." "An investigation into what?" Sophie asked. "Money problems," Whitfield said. "Numbers that didn't add up in a few accounts. He thought someone was stealing. Maybe worse." "Worse how?" "He never told me directly," Whitfield admitted. "But he hired outside investigators. Not the normal auditors. People who study fraud and hidden crimes for a living."

The judge enters. Everyone rises. "All rise for the Honorable Margaret Chen." Not the same Chen as the prosecutor — different spelling, different person. This Chen is older, white-haired, with eyes that have seen too much. "Be seated." The trial begins. --- The opening statements take an hour. The prosecution lays out the case — Adrian Wolfe, mastermind of a corporate espionage network, responsible for multiple deaths, including the executives whose bodies were found in Paris and Singapore. The defense argues that Adrian was a whistleblower, trying to expose corruption at Laurent Axis. That the deaths were accidents or suicides, unrelated to his work. That Celeste Laurent is the real crimina

Honestly, she thought, they might be more of a bonus from the work she was doing at the office. In three weeks, she’d helped Sharon to shore up all the loose ends left over from Leo Braugh and Ted Richardson’s white collar crimes, lining up the numbers and making sure every last decimal point was clearly in place. It wasn’t easy: the men weren’t clever criminals, but they also weren’t all that organized when it came down to the details.

Then his lawyer touched his shoulder, once, and murmured something, and Adrian Whitmore, who had walked into this room the youngest CEO in the city, pushed back his chair and rose to his feet like a man twice his age. "Adrian Whitmore, you are under arrest." Ramirez's voice carried down the length of the table, clear and even, into a room so silent it might have been empty. "For fraud. For conspiracy. And for the attempted murder of Evelyn Hart Whitmore." The words moved through the board like a current through water. Attempted murder. Said plainly, aloud, by a police officer, in the boardroom of Hart Global Holdings. Somewhere down the table a woman put her hand over her mouth. Nobody else

He clearly couldn't shake the nagging instinct that something was still fundamentally wrong with the situation, but even a seasoned analyst like him knew he couldn't publicly dispute the mountains of official digital evidence Vincent had just presented. "We were briefly sidetracked by unnecessary caution," Vincent added smoothly, taking control of the room. "I believe all prior suspicions regarding Miss Adams have now been entirely cleared, so you may safely proceed with executing the investment contract." Lucien held implicit trust in Vincent—the man had served as his meticulous, hyper-competent right hand for years. Vincent was never wrong. Everything had transpired with such dizzying spee

~~~~~ Adam Lemarcus, COO of Holt Enterprises, in Police Custody for Alleged Attempted Murder of Billionaire Adrien Vasanten's Ex-Wife. "In a shocking turn of events, the Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Holt Enterprises, Adam Lemarcus, has been arrested on charges of attempted murder against the ex-wife of billionaire Adrien Vasanten. The arrest took place following a thorough investigation into the alleged incident, which is said to have occurred earlier today at around noon in his hotel room.

“Everything you mentioned is just circumstantial. I suggest you don’t go around making yourselves look like fools trying to confirm something that you do not have enough proof for.” Great! My! I loved how we were driving them crazy. One moment we made them believe that we really were together. I mean, they could even see we were together with their own eyes, but they still had nothing to back their allegations. I was really loving this game. Vincent, full of frustrations, pulled out a white envelope and flicked it across the room, aiming straight for me. Before I could react, Dr. Aldrich caught it midair. He opened it slowly, reading the contents with an unreadable expression. His brows furr

She didn't know the answer but she was pretty sure it wasn't because he was the one responsible for leaking all the campaigns. “Did you speak with him at least?” She asked. The man Cadence was alleging committed the crime was one of the most senior partners in Alden Kings Inc. Theodore Stamp was a lovely old man with kind eyes and a brilliant mind that had managed to stay agile and ahead of his contemporaries. Even Steven had come to appreciate his astute wisdom and rely on his wisdom. There was no way he was the one responsible for the leaks. She knew it because she read people fairly well, and she just didn't think Cadence was right.

“Just listen to me. She came, we talked. Mikaela White isn't dead. What's wrong with you? I saw her today. I swear, I wouldn't pull such a dirty prank on you. I mean it.” I knew Adeline. She could be very playful and annoying sometimes, so I wasn't going to fall for the same trick the same time again. “Her decomposing body is in the fucking warehouse. What the fuck are you talking about, Adeline. Just let me go.” I commanded. “That's not h–” I snapped, not letting her finish. “I said, let me go!” I raised my voice and she finally let me go. Days passed and everything went smoothly. She was supposed to have returned to the company to take the remaining money, but she was unavailable, working