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Mark Nolan
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December 10, 2018 - October 25, 2019
I’ve never seen him before, so he must be new. Maybe he was jus...
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“Yes, the rest of the police were very professional, but he was frightening, especia...
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He was seeing the more innocent, happy, and real side of her.
and Chief Pierce was sitting at his desk.
but Terrell knew why. It was because the chief had once been a member of a notorious gang in his youth, and he had plenty of tattoos on his arms that told the story.
Pierce had put all that behind him when he had fallen in love with a good woman and she’d given him an ultimatum. Get out of crime and go straight, or else forget all about her and get lost. Pierce had become a cop to win her back, and
many years later he’d worked his way up to become a highly admired chief of police.
“This guy again?” “Yeah. William T. Farmington, otherwise known as WTF.”
The text said: The assassin shot another lawyer, this time with a poisoned arrow. It happened in Mill Valley. You might want to suggest that the chief send Ryan and his dog Hank there to help the MVPD search the woods. Make you all look
Hayes was a team player, and he had the leadership ability to
be the next captain. He was Pierce’s number one draft pick so far.
she couldn’t help but take note of his capable hands and athletic body.
He moved on his feet with an almost animal-like litheness, his sinewy muscles suggesting untapped power.
Terrell nodded his head, pretending to agree. He liked it when Pierce ribbed him. It reminded him of his days in the Marines.
Day to day on the job, Terrell carried one of the standard sidearms issued by the SFPD, the SIG Sauer P229. It was manufactured in Exeter, New Hampshire,
“Yes, that’s Mano Makua, one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet
He’s a big, solid guy. Was he a wrestler or something?”
Banks saw the crosshair image vanish, and then the man turned and walked a dog on a leash. When the man
faced to the right, Banks recognized him as one of the Council members from France. He was a dealer in priceless paintings, a multimillionaire, and a supposedly untouchable man.
“Denton came here and handcuffed her parents and took them to jail,” Jake said. “That’s ridiculous. Why was Denton here? She’s supposed
to be working on homicide cases, not arresting burrito-making working mothers.”
“The police woman came
here because of you. She knew you bought food here with your debit card. She wanted my parents to tell bad lies about you and sign a statement. But they refused to betray you. Señora Denton got very angry.”
“When Denton pressured my parents to lie about you, they
just kept shaking their heads and saying thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.”
It was diabolical how Zhukov had set up a remote-controlled weapon, targeting one of the Council members.
Jake had a strange feeling about this woman.
He still had an odd feeling about this,
a college student named Caleb
Next, he called an actor friend named Russell,
it on the wall above the desk of a TV reporter named Dick Arnold.”
Jake took a look at the papers and saw that Gwen had falsely accused him of domestic violence, and she’d filed a restraining order against him.
As Congressman Anderson made his speech in front of the crowd
But he’d made a deal with Banks, and the congressman wasn’t part of the deal.
the congressman’s pregnant wife, Katherine, who was hoping she would soon be the next First Lady of the United States.
Katherine Anderson peered out from behind the curtain toward the stage and the crowd.
She
knew the fertility issue was her own medical problem but had never told Daniel about the painful secret buried in her past, and she never would.
a top-ranking Secret Service agent named Shannon McKay
Besides, McKay knew
that Katherine was a former prosecuting attorney.
A cop named Denton had arrested
The software made an exact match; this was the real Jacob T. Wolfe on the phone.
A broad-shouldered and steely-eyed agent named Easton
FBI Special Agent Knight
was someone Jake had spoken with many times.
Denton pounded her fist on the desk and stood up. “I knew it! I knew Wolfe was dirty. Look at that. What did I tell you?”
“Of course I was
right. Ever since I busted Wolfe for that improvised chemical explosive device, I knew that sooner or later he was going to commit another crime.” “It seemed like you were padding his file with a lot of BS just to make him look bad.”
“And you said I was wasting my time, but now I have this thick file jacket to give to the chief.” “Well, it’s your case. You had the previous arrest, and you’ve been working on fabri...
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