Romans & histoires Chasing Lincoln's Killer

"Delete all those pictures, don't leave any behind." Chase laughs again and makes me even more sick of him. I'm convinced that he's set up me. So, last night's meeting wasn't accidental, but he had planned it and wanted to destroy me. "You set me up, didn't you?" I asked with what was left of my patience after this whole morning. I'd had so much bad luck, and now Chase was adding new problems for me. "Now you're accusing me of setting you up, Grace. Wasn't it you who asked me for company last night? You were even willing to pay whatever it took."

Then Lin and I walked out of the room and deliberately left the door not fully closed so that I could still watch my son. "We got a confession. He finally told the investigator who ordered him to hit Mr Logan." My breath hitched at the news. "Who?" My question was barely audible as it hardly passed the invisible lump in my throat. Lin didn't answer right away and instead looked at me with undescribable yet familiar gaze. Also, I spotted a hint of sympathy. "It's Tina, Mrs Logan. I'm sorry." My jaws tensed an instant. I had actually predicted this. The worst of the worst was Tina or Foster involved at the accident. Still, hearing it directly sent me an electrical shock.

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn

The police chief faced the cameras, cleared his throat and began to address the journalists he'd assembled for a press release, “As you all know, there's been a spate of killings. Hundreds of people lost their lives. One of our own, Detective Nick Law found out who the culprit was, and he died trying to prevent the killer from killing more people. He found the killer, one Jonathan Crane, at an abandoned house, which we suspect was his hideout. We think they engaged in a scuffle, and the killer blew himself up.

"They didn't tell us about Shirley Moore's report. They said she was only a passerby who saw Ariz before she disappeared! Damn those police bastards!" "That's the reason why we're doing this." Lian said. "The police won't give us any detailed information. That's a standard procedure... But I have bad news for you guys." "What is it, boy?" Ranka asked. He really was starting to get nervous. If he has a heart ailment, perhaps he would already be having his trip to the hospital. "Guys, Shirley Moore is...dead."

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

Flint was getting antsy too, and I couldn't blame him. Lincoln slammed the car in park, and we both jumped out, looking around before we rushed into the forest that lined the backside of the parking lot. Our shoes, thudding the wet asphalt as we ran. "We shift when we're just outside the perimeter. I will head in first, have the other stay on the outskirts. I want them ready to catch the hunters trying to flee. Lincoln nodded. "I know this isn't the right time and all, but I'm excited to see you in action." I laughed at him.

Flint was getting antsy too, and I couldn't blame him. Lincoln slammed the car in park, and we both jumped out, looking around before we rushed into the forest that lined the backside of the parking lot. Our shoes, thudding the wet asphalt as we ran. "We shift when we're just outside the perimeter. I will head in first, have the other stay on the outskirts. I want them ready to catch the hunters trying to flee. Lincoln nodded. "I know this isn't the right time and all, but I'm excited to see you in action." I laughed at him.

Chaos erupted as people scattered in all directions. The man was clearly coming for me. He screamed, "Nathan, you won't leave me alone! This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, my VP position, my shares, my car, my house, none of it would've been taken away!" It was Lincoln. Having gained everything and then losing it all naturally drove him to madness. Still, I had not expected Lincoln to lose his mind completely and chase me across the world to kill me. Tiana reacted quickly and tried to shield me with her body. However, I let go of her hand and pushed her away.

Not that I planned to ask, because I wasn't sure I would like the answer. "A burglar..." Aiden's tone was incredulous, which in hindsight, made a lot of sense. Our mansion had the best security money could buy, and anyone trying to break in would need some real skills to manage such a feat. Aideris eyes flicked down to the weapon in my hand. "And you were planning to attack this burglar with a remote control? I didn't miss the mockery in his words and flinched. My fingers tightened around the remote and I stared at it, wondering if it was possible to die from mortification.