Catherine Adams Criminal Minds の小説・ストーリー

“Because I found evidence she was planning to have you and Adrian killed. Post-conviction revenge.” Ice crawled up my spine. “Explain.” “Vivian made arrangements before her arrest. Hired contractors, paid them in advance. If she got convicted, they activate.” Catherine slid the folder across. “Names, locations, planned methods. Everything I could find.” I flipped through pages of surveillance photos, financial records, communications. Professional hit men, all paid obscene amounts to take out both Adrian and me. “Why tell me this? Client confidentiality—” “Doesn’t cover ongoing criminal conspiracies. And frankly, I have a conscience.” Catherine finished her coffee. “I took Vivian’s case beca

“She’s not just stirring up trouble, Adrian. She’s planting doubts, playing games. And I need to know you’re not going to let her get away with it.” Adrian stepped closer, his hands resting gently on my shoulders. “Mia, listen to me. There’s nothing between me and Catherine. Whatever she’s trying to do, it won’t work. You have to trust me on this.” I wanted to trust him. But Catherine wasn’t just some ex-girlfriend with lingering feelings. She was calculated, relentless, and dangerously good at what she did. Later that night, as I lay in bed, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up, expecting a notification or a late-night email.

"Eveline, why are you looking at me? Could it be that you're suspecting me? I don't even know Adam and Cathy. What reason do I have for harming them? You'd better not speak nonsense." Ada, revealing her malicious side, stared daggers at Madeline as if warning her. Despite Camille's dislike for Ada, she believed that Ada was innocent at the moment. "Mrs. Whitman, I think this was simply an accident. Ada, Adam, and Cathy were not exactly acquainted. She had neither reason nor motive to harm them." "No, she does have a reason." Madeline locked her piercing gaze on Ada's bewildered expression. As Madeline spoke those words, Carter happened to be coming down the stairs.

I ignored her strange behaviour and continued. "My first question is this: Are you really Ashely Adams?" There was a moment of hesitation, but then she shook her head, meaning she really wasn't Ashely Adams. In that moment, an alarm rang in my ears. If she really isn't Ashely Adams, then there's a possibility that everything I thought about her was true. She could be a murderer, a mafia member, a criminal. She could have done something horrendous to the real Ashely. If not, how would she be able to be here instead of Ashely, and how does she have Ashely's phone?

Grabbing the remote, he turned on the television in his office. And on came Miss Catherine, seated on a stool in front of the hospital with over ten cameras facing her. Jay felt his head spin. “My name is Catherine and I am the birth mother of Jay Adams. Although I don't deserve to be called his mother. I am here to clear up the misunderstanding surrounding my son and his company. I am dying from my sins. I left my family many years ago due to my greed and impatience. Jay and his late father, whom I abandoned because he was poor, struggled to make Adams group to what it is now.

Adeline responded to his kiss right away, but as she started to feel good, she forced herself to think of awful things to take herself out of the situation. She thought of her mother's cancer, of Tommy getting out of his restraints and coming after her. She thought about Tommy going after Steph and the kids. "Where are you, Adeline?" Damien stopped kissing her and demanded angrily, but Adeline didn't answer and looked at the ceiling. "Fuck it. If you're not going to tell me anything, then give me what I came here for. Go ahead and give me a goddamn blowjob," Damien sounded frustrated. Strangely enough, it made Adeline feel a little proud that she could reduce the big, bad Damien to this quiv

He was my ace and my assurer. He swore his oath and settled in the witness stand. His gaze was sharp and firm. I moved closer to him, the sound of my heels clicking against the polished floor. "Agent Carter, during your undercover assignment, did you witness the defendant's involvement in illegal arms trafficking?" "Yes," he said, his voice steely. "On multiple occasions, I observed Mr. Massimo arranging shipments across the states." A ripple went through the jury box, his pen scratching against the note he was taking. I shot my next inquiry, and he responded without hesitation, the tale flowing cleanly, sharply, and undeniably.

I would fall into a daze and eventually drift off to sleep. I became numb to everything around me and followed instructions almost mechanically. Eventually, I learned to be clever. I hid the pills. I flawlessly mimicked the behavior of people affected by the medication and replicated every gesture with precision. Not only could I fool the doctors but also Ava. I learned from books that when dealing with a stronger enemy, brute force did not work. I needed to be smart. There were all kinds of drugs in the mental health institute. Each one had different effects. I thought they were amazing and had always wanted to try them on someone.

The elevator once more sounded and opens, a safe second that will put their plan a success. “Welcome, Ma’am.” Taken aback, and clenching her hands and hard to the rail of the cleaning cart. Cath’s eyes widen for the person that she unexpectedly crosses and meets in that unlikely time, the criminal and psychopath bitch and Francis accomplish from the very beginning. ‘YOU!’ She screams inside her mind while holding herself on the ground to avoid any suspicion. Controlling herself by gritting her teeth behind her mask upon meeting the person that should be in prison and still should be right now.

She would do everything in her power to protect her daughter and find a way out of this Devon arrived home, dropped his luggage, and rushed to the task force searching for Annabelle and Camille. There, he met Rose, Annabelle's friend, who was also a skilled programmer working with the Secret Service. He was introduced to Catherine, the Vice Head of the Secret Service, who provided crucial information about the investigation. Catherine's team had been working tirelessly to track down clues, and Rose's expertise in AdVerse, an advanced advertising program, had been instrumental in analyzing data.