Semua Bab Giving You the Love of a Lifetime: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Is it any wonder that at the heart of a family dispute as old as the hills consisting of my son and eldership, success would depend upon my being able to juggle the ruse of a love affair and the fate of the future of our kind? Yet I was in the thick of it, and with no one to address my worries to except Aaron, who could no more pick and choose as I could. With Mira Jones getting close to answers, I needed to keep her guessing until the queries of her investigation abated. Carlo arrived from Germany a day after Mira. He gave me a brief report on her short visit. Mira was unharmed the entire duration, and heavily guarded by a military escort. Carlo remained incognito keeping his involvement discreet. The clan members in Luxemburg, still loyal to me, aided Carlo, otherwise known as Saul at the time, as best they could. Spiked blond hair, arched brows, and a trimmed goatee, a subtle appearance change, only hid him visually. As for his rebelliousness, it was a work in progress, bu

AmyMira was seriously ill. Rich with a melancholy malaise so deep it had blackened her heart, and her mind. She was one hot mess and no good at work, we were worried about her at home, alone, and she had no family in New York we could contact, the poor dear. Under advisement, Mira finally left on medical leave, at least for a while, and before she lost her job. According to Brockman, she could come back whenever she was ready and feeling better, operative word, better. She had unused vacation days since filing her employment papers with the bureau in Oklahoma. So, Mira was well equipped to vacate at any time. And to think, none of this would have happened if she hadn’t transferred to New York, well honestly, if she hadn’t met me, and well, if I hadn’t invited her to that stupid club, I wanted to go to.I’d only known the woman for, I suppose, a week when I invited her to the “Invite of the century,” where she met him. Henry, a dark horse, and frankly, he shou

Mira walked into the field office the morning of December 29th, a few days before New Year’s 2010. She dropped Rachel off at school in the Lexus, Henry bought her years ago. Every so often Mira’s bank account received a considerable, and yet untraceable, amount of money. The money allowed Mira to keep Rachel in the local private school, and kept them close enough to the style of life Henry introduced to her. There was absolutely every possibility that the money was a transfer done by Henry. Maybe he knew about his child and was looking out for them after all. No matter the search, it was nonetheless untraceable. And Mira was so very desperate to find Henry, to tell him about Rachel, her early years, and how much Rachel reminded her of him. Mira, through all of the turmoil and trouble, still loved and missed Henry very much. But she learned well from the experiences in the seeming short months they shared together. She had to keep moving. Mira was yet to discover that her

Detroit.  19th, Tuesday Morning . . .[9:40am]“Maybe it was a Tricky Dick move. What more do you want? We got him didn’t we?” Angel asked Oberon. “At the cost of some damaged merchandise that’ll cost the department.”Veteran Detective Larry Mack, a deep whisky-voice sounding man with average build, chimed in, “Man . . . you don’t know jack shit. That’s not the way you handle that rookie. Now, I’ll tell you how that should have gone. You send your back-up in while you pass the shop and drive around the back. A ploy . . . it weeds ’em out through the back door. They don’ know you’re waitin’. Then, you catch the guy on the other end. Rookie . . . I thought you got that in training?” Oberon and the other detectives started laughing. “Nah, that’s why he’s Angel, got his head in the clouds.” Detective Pam Mai teased.Angel laughed with them, “A’ight. You got me. You got me, next time . . . a’ight—?”“No ‘next time’, suppose there isn’t a nex

Detroit.  19th, Tuesday Morning . . .[9:40am]“Maybe it was a Tricky Dick move. What more do you want? We got him didn’t we?” Angel asked Oberon. “At the cost of some damaged merchandise that’ll cost the department.”Veteran Detective Larry Mack, a deep whisky-voice sounding man with average build, chimed in, “Man . . . you don’t know jack shit. That’s not the way you handle that rookie. Now, I’ll tell you how that should have gone. You send your back-up in while you pass the shop and drive around the back. A ploy . . . it weeds ’em out through the back door. They don’ know you’re waitin’. Then, you catch the guy on the other end. Rookie . . . I thought you got that in training?” Oberon and the other detectives started laughing. “Nah, that’s why he’s Angel, got his head in the clouds.” Detective Pam Mai teased.Angel laughed with them, “A’ight. You got me. You got me, next time . . . a’ight—?”“No ‘next time’, suppose there isn’t a nex