Catherine Adams Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Catherine Richie sat in her private study, the same room where she'd planned twelve deaths over the past five years. Her fingers traced the rim of her crystal wine glass as she stared at the photographs spread across her mahogany desk. Twelve faces, all looking so similar it was almost eerie. Twelve young mothers who had dared to touch what belonged to her. The latest photo showed Emily's frightened face from the security cameras. Catherine picked it up, her manicured nails digging into the paper until it crumpled at the edges.

****** Detective Adams went over the events of the last few minutes to an hour wondering whether she had just made the biggest mistake in her career or whether she'd made a decision that would lead her into solving a case whose solution had eluded her for so long. It was hard to concentrate, not with the nagging thoughts of what she should have done and what she shouldn't have done racing through her head. It was even more difficult to believe the testimony of a woman who for all they knew could be mentally deranged or looking for a way to tarnish an innocent man's reputation. After all, the man whom she was pointing accusing fingers at was considerably rich and those were the kind of target

With an annoyed face, Jenna draped a towel around her neck, took a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her, making Adam, who had almost closed his eyes, immediately fully awake. Jenna filled the bathtub with warm water and put a lavender-scented bath in it. While waiting for the water to fill, Jenna opened her cellphone, telling her best friend Gigi that she had arrived safely. She had thought about notifying her father too, but nevertheless. Jenna was still pissed off. Half an hour later Jenna came out of the bathroom and overheard Adam talked on his cell phone while stood facing the window. "Just take care of it, I don't care Mum! Who? Matthew? Seriously!

"Catherine planted fake therapists. She's been gathering intelligence on survivors while pretending to treat them." "Worse. I checked what information they've been collecting. They're documenting combat capabilities. Trauma responses. Psychological vulnerabilities. Everything Marcus would want to know about potential recruits." "She's evaluating survivors for the network. Seeing who can be reprogrammed." "That's what it looks like." I called Catherine immediately. "The therapists you hired. Four of them are fake. Who are they really?" "What? That's impossible. I vetted everyone personally." "Then you hired network operatives knowingly. Which is it? Incompetence or conspiracy?"

“A woman’s instinct is very accurate. I read psychological books in the past. For those who have been disabled since young, some of them are positive and happy, while some of them develop a dark personality.” “No matter what, this is just your guess. There has to be evidence. But the person who hurt your dad must be afraid that he’ll regain consciousness. That person may even do the deed himself…” “I think so too. Now we wait. When someone starts moving, only then can we catch the mastermind.” Catherine exchanged a knowing gaze with Shaun and he understood it immediately. As expected of his woman. He was initially afraid that she could not cope with the complexity and confusion in Canberra.

Madden announced. "You saw it before it cleared?" Adeline asked surprisingly. "Your death will be interesting if your eyes are slow" Madden shot her a short glare before resting on the backseat, shutting his eyes. Adeline scoffed secretly, and Loud grinned from the front. "How did you know about the magnet trick though? Never heard of it." "My late mum worked at a cyber security company. I learnt one or two." Adeline explained with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Oh...cool," Loud nodded.

“How so?” Mr. Buckly took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Zane. He cleared his throat and took over. “Ms. Catherine has no connection to Mr. Adam, Mr. Devan, or Mr. Elio. We looked through her files and they say that she was in the military and she served for a few years then was sent back from the war in Afghanistan. It is likely that her lawyers will play on the fact that she is a veteran and that this is a first offense, even if it was a serious one. They might also claim that she is suffering from PTSD. That might hold but we don’t know how the judge will take it.”

He squeezed his eyes closed as his hold on my hand tightened. “Your private investigator was bribed by Catherine Smith, Serena. From the very beginning, she planned to ruin you and Tyler. She planned to use Tyler’s sperm to surrogate his child but she didn’t know that it was your egg. Adam, her ex-lover confessed everything including Catherine’s plan to violate you while filming. Catherine wants you ruined, so you won’t be able to have the chance and courage to be with Tyler again.”

Townsend acted as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders when they had lunch at the country club. Then Catherine’s mind jumped to the murder case. The medical examiner’s testimony flooded back to her. And then Cameron’s former chef’s testimony came back to her. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “What?” Frankie asked as he put down his beer. Then he belched loudly. “I think I might . . . have figured it out.” “Figured what out?” Catherine quickly jumped off the barstool. “Frankie, I have to go but thanks. I’ll let you know what happens.” She quickly turned and left.

“Oh but she will.” I slammed him harder against the desk, hard enough this time that a muffled grunt spilled from his lips. The sound gave me satisfaction. “Enough with the riddles,” Mason snapped, his gaze flicking to the armed guards before taking a cautious step forward. “Who the hell are you and why would Catherine care if you’re dead?” The air was drenched in tension. Adrian’s shallow breathing was the only sound filling the silence. Then… “Because,” he whispered. “I’m the man who brought her into this world.”