Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Harry Styles
"Right... so we'll look into any security footage from Miles' case tomorrow," Niall murmured from beside me as he pulled the car to a stop across the street from my flat. "And then follow up from there."
It was night, we'd stayed late at work and my head was pounding from too much caffeine and not enough sleep.
Miles Findlay. The man I had stopped Winter from murdering at the strip club last weekend, had, as I suspected, turned up dead a few days ago. Murdered, brutally of course, the pictures had my stomach churning and Niall needed to take a step outside for some air. I knew it was Winter who did it, she told me she was going to kill him by the end of that night and had done exactly that. His body had been found two days after the interrogation where she made me look like an idiot. I tried to plead my case to prove it was her further, but as always nobody believed that the innocent shy girl who seemed terrified by every noise and person inside of the office could have ever committed a crime so brutal. She didn't fit the profile, because somehow she had got into my evidence and fucked it all up.
"There's not going to be any security footage." I told Niall, tapping the ash of the cigarette out of the window. He hated when I smoked in this car but gave me this once since he knew how fucking pissed and stressed this case was making me.
He shrugged, trying to be positive in the situation. "You never know."
"Even if there is, it's useless." I spoke with the cigarette between my lips, glancing out the window to the rain I could see beneath the streetlights. I huffed, knowing just the walk from the car to my door was going to get my hair wet.
Niall parked the car, and when he turned it off he turned to face me a little more, only looking puzzled. "That looked nothing like the girl you brought in. I don't understand."
I raised my brows. He was not about to do this. He was fucking there when this shit started to go down. "Do you not remember the girl at the cafe when the man mysteriously choked to death?"
