Who Is Vincent Adler In White Collar Novels & Stories

A man stood at the vault entrance. Tall. Elegant. Smiling calmly. Behind him were several armed men. Victor’s face went pale. “No…” Elizabeth whispered, “Who is that?” The man stepped forward. His voice was smooth and confident. “Good evening.” He looked directly at Lewis. “My name is Adrian Keller.” Lewis frowned. “Who are you?” The man smiled wider. “I represent The Covenant.” The room went silent. Adrian Keller slowly walked closer. Then he looked at Alexander Whitmore.

"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.

“Girarsi’ Adler had whispered in my ears the second time he met me. Holding my shoulders, he turned me around. So, there was no argument that one of his quiet rules was about me not watching him 'work.' Reluctantly, Vito withdrew his scrutiny off my face, then dragged his hands down his. "I don't believe in mistakes or coincidences. If he has his face intentionally captured by the camera, then he wants something, something that we have." If one were to ignore that, it only took him a day to find out about my involvement with Lucid's, that or he had known all along but said nothing about. And knowing Adler, that didn't look far-fetched.

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.

"That's Albin White!" Wendell exclaimed quietly in Damian's ear. "Who's Albin White?" Damian asked curiously. "You might not know this, Mr. Luther, but there's a very mysterious man in Cloudcove by the name of Benedict Hoover. "He's the chairman of Prestige Group, and he has four right-hand men under him. They're called the Four Fighters, and Albin White is one of them!" "Really?" Damian asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

The Dean had no choice but to consider him. “You have something to say, Mr. Kennedy?” “Yes, I do,” Adam replied. “You’re out of your mind if you think those vouchers have any substance to them. This man here is a criminal who got away from being tried for his crimes thanks to his father’s influence!” The Dean glared. “And who are you to make that claim?” “Someone who investigated about Kellin Greene,” Adam said. “Elara can vouch for me.” “That’s true,” Elara said, who had gone to get the Dean while I went to confront Colton. “I knew him from my undergrad school. Everyone back there knows who and what this guy is.”

"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."

The system was just louder. But not today. Today, Lena’s voice would roar. Across the city, Adrian Vale was smiling smugly in his penthouse, surrounded by art and silence. A man untouchable. Shielded by friends in higher places. Dressed in legacy. Until the first alert buzzed. Then the next. His offshore accounts were being flagged. A whistleblower article went live. Headline: “Exclusive: Exposé Ties Adrian Vale to Corporate Fraud, Psychiatric Abuse, and Financial Crimes.”

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.

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.