Novel & Cerita Cat Criminal Minds

"You know my heart. I wouldn't squash a bug. It's Irene, deranged, scheming to eliminate me and monopolize you. Her antics tonight prove it; you witnessed her madness!" Her shrieks reverberated, yet sympathy had evaporated. Onlookers now regarded her with revulsion and caution. The footage was ironclad, reducing her performance to farce. Chris eyed her with pure revulsion. "Still trying to flip the script? Wesley slumbered alone then. Who else could infiltrate like that? In the whole complex, only you have those feathers. The janitor and residents will attest. And your nail fragment matches the tire scene impeccably."

So why did I find his cufflink near a healing corpse? Why did the scent at the scene remind me of something warm...nice but dangerous... and deeply wrong? I wrote my questions down on my sketch book. At the center of it all was Club Umbra. I needed to find a way to get in and find proof to put that beast of a human being Lucien Kael behind bars...and make him pay for all his sins. I smiled like a psychopath about to carry out her next crazy plan. "Lucien Kael, watch your back!"

Tonight, like many nights before, he was watching criminals do what criminals do. "Movement at the north entrance," Agent Miller whispered from the passenger seat. Miller was younger, maybe thirty-five, with the kind of energy that came from still believing the system could work. He had joined the FBI straight out of college and still thought most cases had happy endings. Agent Cathy Williams sat in the back of the van, holding a camera with a telephoto lens. She had been working organized crime longer than either of her partners, and she knew that nights like this rarely went according to plan.

"They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.” Flipping myself back down, I saw the pictures again, flipping through them until my fingers landed on the final shot. I almost let it drop when I gazed on the face in it—man with keen eyes, cocky nearly arrogant grin—and so powerful and ruthless; yet so familiar, gave me chills. It was him. Thorne Crimson.

“So, what does this have to do with the killings?” “Don't you see, the Henchmans are breeding big deadly wolves up there? Experimenting on animals and such. I feel it in my bones." “Miss Bowen you can't make accusations like that –" His office phone rang. “Excuse me, Miss Bowen," he said. “Sheriff Black, here," he answered. “What? Ok thanks for informing me." The sheriff sighed. He picked the phone up again and he made a call. “Officer Dunn, get your ass in my office right now!” He barked. He was fuming wickedly as he clutched the edge of his wooden desk. He hung his head down low in a fit of anger, growling trying to contain his wolf.

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

Marlon said, intertwining his fingers and swinging the back rest of his chair. "All we know is that he's a doctor. They guy is also believed to be the Mafia's ring leader which I want you to prove if it's true or not." "What makes you think he's the ring leader?" I asked. Suddenly, the door flew open and Mark walked in, staring at his phone throughout. He didn't even spare a glance. He just walked straight to the couch by the window, seemingly unaware of his surrounding. "Sometimes I wonder why and how he's the head of LAPD and not you." I told Marlon.

I turned my faced toward her "mind telling me the reason why you craved so much to eliminate our family?" A smirk crossed her lips. "Huh! Blame your parents. You could have had a nice future with the organization if only they didn't try to break the rules. But somehow I am glad they did because you're a fu***** hindrance to me!" Her last words echoed in my ears as she shouted to her heart's content. "I don't know what you are talking about." I wanted to dig deeper. "Yo-" Her word was cut out by a noise that made both of us look the other way. A thin steel bar fell on the ground as a fat cat brushed its body on it.

Doni Brain. Jo Garrotte. Leo Digger. The reason these three elite hitmen, infamous even among the mafia, were gathered in the back room of a candy store was because this candy store was actually Ricardo Luciano's direct murder company—Murder Inc. Since Valentine was the owner of the candy store, he was naturally the boss of this murder company.

“Good. I need her security tightened, round the clock, no breaks. I don’t want her to notice that she is being followed daily. Understood?” The person on the other side responded. Captain Smith nodded slowly. “I want the full profile on the boy who tried to kill her. I want his name, where he’s from, who he’s worked with, and what else he’s done. Also, get me all CCTV footage from that street. Nothing should be missing. Nothing. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir,” the voice replied. “Good.” He ended the call and slid the phone onto the desk behind him.