Romans & histoires Walten Files Mortality

Twenty minutes later, I’m done and turning my paper in to Professor Vassily’s desk. “Already?” He takes the paper from me. “Yeah. I love the book.” He chuckles. “You take after your father, I guess.” I stare at him. Professor Vassily rubs his temple. “I read your file. I saw that he was a professor. I’m sorry for your loss.” The suffocating feeling I’m always working so hard to keep at bay presses down on my chest. I’m right back there, standing in the living room with the phone pressed to my ear, hearing those awful words: “terrible accident”... “passed away”...

“He was security head of Joe Walton. After the death of Joe Walton, he joined Alan Lee as an assistant.” Jack took a pause and Alex already started rummage through the case file and details of the victims. “What about officer Vincent? How is he connected to Mr. Walton in past?” Alex raised his eyebrows. Jack released a sigh. “Officer Vincent was in charge of Mr. Walton’s murder case.” The case file Alex was looking at almost dropped from his hand. “What? Mr. Walton has been murdered? I never knew about it.” “Yes, ten years ago Mr. Walton was same brutally murdered, but the case hasn’t progressed till three years after that it was closed because nobody was there in his family to follow up in

A code. Helena frowned. “That’s odd.” “What?” “This clearance ID shouldn’t exist anymore.” She pulled up archived corporate authority registries, cross-referencing automatically. The system searched. Matched. Then displayed the result. Damian felt something cold move through his chest. The authorization belonged to: EXECUTIVE CLEARANCE — ALAN ROTHWELL Status: Inactive — Deceased (6 Years Prior) Silence filled the lab. Helena turned slowly toward him. “Your system shows this executive died before the fire.”

"Sebastian! Come here!" Hearing Caitlin’s voice, Sebastian rushed over. "What’s going on, Caitlin?" "Look!" Caitlin pointed to the wall, "I accidentally discovered this!" Sebastian looked at the photos and read aloud, "Eleanor, Walter, Kelly..." The names included not only Caitlin’s grandparents and mother, but also the deceased mortician, embalmer, Una, and others. They were all on the list. The deceased were marked with a red cross and the time of death was recorded.

Cohen should have known it if he wasn’t so busy chasing after rogues. Could it be Dalton’s brother Winston? He died five years ago when the Werewolf’s Council dismantled a brothel owned by a vampire. Cohen didn’t inspect the case before it turned into the classified case file. But how was Mira connected to the case? There was no mention of any evidence that connected her to the case. Why was every case related to her classified? Everything made Cohen wondered.

She walked with me looking all perplexed. "Dead wolves don't have a file, do they?" I asked her, it was just a hint but I knew she wouldn't get what I meant. "No, that's because that particular wolf's file is burned on the day he or she dies. As people think it's no more important to keep it but wait...how is it connected to your case? Why did you say that?" She looked at me with a raised brow. "When the time will come, I will make sure you know why I said this." I winked at her before walking near the kitchen where Eva was. The little one probably heard my voice and knew I was coming because she came running halfway to me.

I subconsciously straightened my back, my nerves began to get jumbled up. “He committed suicide. Jumped off a building and was quietly buried by his mentor, that's why the news of his death wasn't on the news.” I stared at him, my mind blank, “W… What? Aldren… Aldren wouldn't.” He took out a file that was on the table, I didn't notice that it was there previously and handed it over to me. I gulped and slowly opened it, my hands shaky. Inside the folder were a few documents, photocopied death certificates and the picture of his funeral. Mr Grant was there as well, his eyes red even in the photo.

. That is why I hurriedly went to my father’s room and checked for the possible box that I used to hide the black notebook. I rushed to the room while my mother and Nana Salve were wondering about me. When I reached inside the room, I locked the door just to find the box. Until I suddenly remembered about the Vault that my father has inside his cabinet. I opened the cabinet and I found the vault and I immediately opened it because I know how to unlock it and I was amazed when I saw the notebook there. My heart starts to beat fast again in excitement. I feel like I was finally myself when I saw the notebook. I saw the cutter too. I grabbed it with a notebook and stared at it. The bloodstain

’ I thought as I inputted the code. I stood, my face pale, all my blood dried in my veins as I watched the door make a clicking sound of unlocking. I let out a harsh breath, turning the lock and opening the door as I stepped inside. He actually used that date as his pass code. The same day Leah Harnes Blackwood died. That bastard used my death date as the passcode to his office. But why? Gulping, I moved towards the familiar cupboard in his office where I knew he kept all his important files.

She had, she thought, brutally been pushing aside her feelings about her father and his manner of death. Heath’s eyebrows raised. “Patrick Carter was killed in a tragic work accident.” “It wasn’t an accident,” Talen told him. “It was murder.” “Because of this?” Heath looked at the papers frowning. “I will ask August and Abigail to make sure that the pack wasn’t involved, but… I’m sure we would have heard. They would have warned the young werewolves to be more careful with their…” He trailed off, sliding a look at Aislen.