William J Smith Db Cooper Novels & Stories

Now that the Harrigans hired such a master, the Coopers might not end up well. William’s expression changed, but he continued sitting still and said, “I'm William Cooper.” Next to him, Bianca’s face turned white. It seemed that she could not handle Bob’s gaze. “Old man, I heard you’ve been pretty naughty recently. I heard you’re even provoking the Harrigans,” Bob said coldly. “Are you a Harrigan?” WIlliam’s heart sank as he asked. He did not remember the Harrigans having such a master. If they did, John would not have waited until now to make a move.

At exactly five am, the elevator doors dinged open, and Dominic stepped inside. Ethan smirked as he looked at him, and Dominic knew that he hadn’t said a word, yet. In the basement parking lot they climbed into the SUV, and Cooper sped off through the quiet streets. “Anything to report?” Dominic asked the four quiet men in the SUV with him. Cooper grinned and shook his head. He was the nicest of the four, the nicest manners, courteous, and respectful to others. He didn’t drink or smoke, didn’t go to strip clubs, and he never helped himself to the hookers they had on payroll either.

It made sense now—why he told me not to press charges, why he refused to meet in person. "Do you think they killed him too?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Ethan was the only one who had my father’s original will. The only one who could prove that the Smiths were frauds. William ran a hand through his hair, looking, for the first time, uncertain. "They could have," he admitted. His voice was strained. "I don’t know, Sophia. All I do know is that these people are way more dangerous than we thought." he admitted, William and I had underestimated them.

Ten minutes later, the heavy oak double doors click open again. Cooper walks in carrying two ceramic mugs. The steam smells like dried pine needles and bitter peppermint. He sets one mug on the corner of my desk and slides into the low leather couch across from me. He looks at the stack of unread intelligence reports by my elbow. The corner of his mouth pulls upward, but his eyes stay sharp, tracking the way my shoulders are locked tight. "You look like you want to murder someone," Cooper says. He takes a slow sip of his tea. "Did Axton give you the numbers from the docks?"

This was probably the first time I have seen him smile. “But we know that death and revenge is not the answer. The real culprit here is Smith. You and Chris were his accomplices. You don’t have to carry this burden again,” I assured him.

"William, do you remember me?" The man asked. "No. I don't remember." "So I would like to re-introduce myself, I'm Will Smith, director of The Earth company. Looking forward to the opportunity to cooperate with you." "Uh" William just uh didn't say anything. "This hot pot restaurant is delicious, I wish you a good meal." William nodded. After Will Smith left, he continued to look at Jennifer. Seeing that Edric Miller still took a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, he finally couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the two.