Novels by Investor

The cold night air bit into Walker’s skin as he pressed his back against the damp alley wall. The streets were alive with flashing lights—red and blue—casting ghostly hues against the rain-slicked pavement. The cops were still hunting him, and so was Dr. Graham. He was a fugitive with nowhere to run, no safe place to hide. Yet, there was no time to stop, no moment to breathe. Elizabeth was out there somewhere, trapped in the nightmare Graham had created, and Walker had no choice but to chase the next lead, even if it led him straight into hell.His phone vibrated in his pocket. Jett.Walker hesitated before answering. Their last conversation had ended when Dr. Graham’s phone rang, forcing him to drop the payphone to answer the unexpected call. Now, Jett was reaching out again.“You still breathing?” Jett’s voice was tense, hushed.“For now,” Walker muttered.“I’ve got something you need to hear. But we don’t have time for small talk. You in or out?”Walker exhaled slowly, glancing tow

Dr. Graham never wanted so much attention. The shooting in the hospital had already drawn the police, but the journalists made things worse. They swarmed the entrance, shoving microphones in his face, asking relentless questions. He gave them as little information as possible, spinning the story to his advantage.“A psycho,” he told them. “He stormed the hospital, disturbing everyone. He even shot at the security guards.”The reporters pressed for more details. “What does he want?” one of them asked.Dr. Graham hesitated. Accusing Walker of theft was ridiculous—who steals from a hospital? Instead, he painted him as a dangerous lunatic. “Steve Walker is unstable. He’s a threat to everyone.”Inside, the hospital staff moved with precision under Graham’s orders. Nurses scrubbed every inch of the building, ensuring no trace of the chaos remained. The bodies used for organ harvesting were hastily concealed in a secret enclosure. The tiny refrigerated boxes containing stolen organs were hid

Ramirez clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the wheel as he pushed the patrol car to its limit. Rain lashed against the windshield, turning the world into a smear of neon and darkness. The wipers struggled to clear the downpour, their rhythmic squeaks the only sound filling the tense silence between him and Oscar."Damn it!" Ramirez slammed his fist against the wheel, his voice raw with anger. "We had him! We had him right there, Oscar!"Oscar exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "He knew something, Ramirez. He knew what was in that box. That's why he ran.""Of course, he knew!" Ramirez snapped, his knuckles white against the wheel. "And now, he's gone because I hesitated for a damn second."Oscar studied Ramirez, noting the tightness in his shoulders, the barely restrained fury in his expression. Ramirez had always been relentless, but tonight, something deeper was driving him—a pain that went beyond the job, something personal."Look, I get it," Oscar said cautiously. "But beatin

The night air carried a damp chill as Walker pulled the hood of his jacket tighter around his face. His pulse was steady, but his mind was anything but. He had been careful, erasing his tracks, moving like a ghost through the city. But ghosts still left whispers, and he knew someone—somewhere—was listening.A payphone stood at the corner of a near-empty street, a relic of a time when anonymity was still possible. Now, it was his last chance. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold, and stepped into the booth. The fluorescent light above flickered erratically, buzzing like an insect trapped behind glass. A bad omen. But there was no turning back.He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the handful of coins he had scavenged. He fed them into the slot, the mechanical chime of each dropping coin feeling heavier than it should. Then, he dialed.Jett.The name itself carried weight. Jett had been a myth among those who operated in the shadows—a hacker so skilled that even the

Dr. Graham stood frozen in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his fingers twitching at his sides. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, but beneath it, something darker lingered—the stench of failure.Walker was gone.The security team stood before him, their expressions shifting between fear and shame. The sound of heavy breathing filled the silence, broken only by the distant blare of a car alarm outside. It was a taunting reminder of the catastrophe that had just unfolded.Graham’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached.One man. One single man. And yet, despite their numbers, their weapons, and the clear instructions he had given, Walker had managed to slip through their fingers.His voice, when it finally came, was dangerously calm. “Tell me… how.”No one spoke.The guard closest to him—a stocky man with a buzz cut and sweat beading on his forehead—finally swallowed hard. “H-He took a car, sir. Your vehicle. We—we tried to stop him, but he was too fast.”Graham’s nostri

The night air was thick with tension, the cold seeping into Walker’s bones as he hunched low behind a row of parked cars. The distant wail of sirens echoed through the hospital lot, their red-and-blue flashes reflecting off the wet asphalt. His breath came in short, controlled bursts, his mind racing through his next move.He had made it out of the stairwell—barely. The chase had pushed him to the brink, his muscles screaming for relief, but there was no time to rest. His pursuers were still inside, combing the building, but it was only a matter of minutes before they realized where he had gone.The hospital’s main entrance was a no-go. Too many cameras. Too many eyes. He had no phone, no identification, and now, thanks to Dr. Graham’s relentless pursuit, likely no allies left in the city.Walker’s eyes darted to a sleek black sedan parked near the emergency entrance. A hospital badge dangled from the rearview mirror. A doctor’s car, most likely. A quick getaway—if he could get inside