Novel & Cerita Cat Criminal Minds

“ That bastard sure knows how to clean after himself, he didn’t leave even the smallest evidence behind, no wonder he is the right-hand man of Mcbride, that guy is just as sneaky as his dog.” “ Now what should we do?” asked Mike as he dumped the remnants of the hard drive that was carefully broken into several pieces. “ How are we supposed to track that guy? He was even careful to mask his scent by mingling it with the scent of blood of his victims. I don’t think that we will are going to get anything out of this today. All I can get out of this is that this CAT guy is someone who is well versed in the art of killing and assassination, nothing more.” “ There has to be something,” said Cain a

I can't believe that the culprit was still not willing to talk and even though I tried the easy way, it was time to go the Marco way. I brought out my gun and since it was the board room I'm always extra careful making sure that they remove their weapons before coming in. I walked over to Damien. He was a middle aged man who was involved with taking care of the police and also the calculation of supplied goods. " I suppose that you have an idea of what I'm talking about," I said, trailing the gun all the way to his chest. I could feel his heart beating really fast and he was such a fucking pussy afraid of a fucking gun then he wasn't capable of working for me.

It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before. I couldn’t even talk to it like other werewolves. I was defective. Wolfless. I was nothing but a pathetic Omega’s daughter. The daughter of a murderer. “Martha!” The sharp voice jolted me out of my spiral. I turned and froze. Mrs. Smith. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess—the broken displays, the scattered products, and the three girls sprawled among the wreckage. Her gaze shifted to me, and the disgust in her expression made my stomach churn.

Harley~ Lyles gave him the side-eye before answering. "Mr. Sykes, if you were well-versed in psychological profiling, you would know Cervantes doesn't match the first victim's profile. Aside from their age gap and criminal records, given Cervantes' ethnicity, if he were running drugs, it would be for the Mexican cartel. And Cervantes would have their initiation tattoo, which he doesn't." "We will still share any pertinent evidence we uncover with the agency." My Captain jumps in to make the save and looks at me in a way I know it isn't a choice. "And I assume this will be a two-way street."

Then she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was sharing pack secrets. “Next time you come here, don’t let these guys intimidate you,” she whispered. “They act like stone-faced lawyers, but they’re mostly harmless.” My wolf gave a skeptical huff. Define harmless. Kate pointed discreetly across the room. “That one with the files? He is an absolute monster in court.” Then she tilted her chin. “The one who just spilled his coffee? He is in the criminal law department. He works especially on minors’ cases. He’s the one people call when everything’s falling apart.”

He was almost never home this early. I walked into the living room where several men lounged on the furniture, each one exuding wealth and danger in equal measure. Cuban cigars perfumed the air, and crystal glasses of amber whiskey caught the light from the fireplace. These weren't ordinary men. They were crime bosses, captains of industry in the underworld, and they all turned to look at me the moment I entered.

Her voice was half-serious, it sounded like she was testing him. Despite the fact that her gaze was on him, Chiara failed to notice the way Dante became tense and how his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “I-I’m not a criminal,” He muttered. There was no threat in his voice, it didn’t sound like he was daring her to go on. He almost looked vulnerable, like his statement was barely for Chiara, like he was convincing himself about something. “I know,” She said quietly, but she wasn’t so sure. She already suspected that her grandfather and Dante were in the same line of work, and she knew the only reason they were keeping so many secrets was because they were doing som

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

“I need you to find where Doc has stashed the case, or if his killers had it. I couldn’t care if his remains were a feast for rabid dogs.” *** Orlando watched the bustling city from the curb where he stood. His black coat billowed in the breeze. It was a chilly night. He took a drag of the lit cigarette between his lips, letting the hot air chill the cold in his bones. The rest of the city was alive with a flurry of activities, oblivious to the man in the coat. He used to ponder on these things. The frailty of human existence, did they see a killer when they looked in his eyes, or was he just another unsuspecting human to them? No one could tell these things, no one could look at another per

Cynthia finally sensed something unusual and looked around the room, her eyes lingering on the large metal cage that was out of place in this room, and asked Carlo: "Where is this? Shouldn't I be in my flat?" Carlo tucked her in and said, "You're sick now and need to rest, I'll explain the rest later." He calmed her down and Carlo called Marco over to re-examine Cynthia and finally called him into the study for questioning. "What's wrong with her? Why is she like this?" Marco said, "I found out before that she had a long history of pent-up psychological problems, plus she had a history of epilepsy. Carlo, I have to tell you. There is a limit to everyone's mental capacity.