Conflicted Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“The real obstacle is the legal team backing the acquisition. They anticipated every move. Every filing. Every procedural delay Sokolov attempted.” Zandrei opened the folder, scanning what was in it. His gaze sharpened before he decided to close the folder casually. “Tell me something,” he said, as his voice dropped to a low, dangerous calm. “If a man takes what belongs to you with a knife, what is he?” No one answered. “A criminal,” Zandrei said, leaning forward, forearms resting lightly on the table. “But if another man takes the same thing…” His fingers tapped the folder once. “…with contracts… court orders… government seals… and calls it law?” His eyes lifted slowly, unsettlingly calm. “

Started believing change was possible. Then he relapsed. Had an episode. Hurt someone during a PTSD flashback. Was arrested. Charged with assault. The trial was public. His history came out. Marcus's programming. The documentation. Everything. "This man is dangerous," the prosecutor said. "Programmed to be violent. Unable to control himself. He needs to be contained. Permanently." "This man is a victim," the defense argued. "Programmed as a child. Trying to recover. One incident shouldn't define him."

I confirm “We have anecdotal evidence, we have witnesses. We have details of the crimes. Really we just need to know why they were committed, who profited from them, and who needs to be removed from office.” “I wonder if there was anyone who lost out because of this?” Nova speculates. I cock my head at her, inviting her to explain as I don’t get her meaning. “I imagine there are people, maybe other kinds of criminals whose profits and bottoms lines were affected by this behaviour. Enemies they made that weren’t direct victims that may be able to provide us with insight?” I love how her mind works, “You are thinking out there somewhere there is an enemy of our enemy who could be our friend?”

"I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with local human law enforcement here and in a few other states. I suspect Nathaniel lured in quite a few characters like this Omar guy with the promise of money, booze and women." "So, Nathaniel isolated and imprisoned his own people and then brought in potential criminals and outsiders to be their jailors?" Lucas' upper lip lifted in a snarl that was from both disgust and rage. "That's fucked up." Johnny shrugged. "Greed is a powerful drug." "It

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

“But that’s very good. I should have seen that coming. No, I was acting on my conscience. Melville Roberts was not simply a troubled man who had succumbed to his vices, you see. He was an agent of The Adversary. His mission on this earth was to corrupt. To turn people away from the light and into the darkness. And he was very successful.” I didn’t have a lot of training with the mentally ill, but I knew that some people’s delusions were so complete that they could talk about them as calmly and rationally as Fowler was doing now. The only thing I could think of was to keep him talking a while longer then take him in. He’d already confessed, no matter what his mental state, and what he says co

He chuckled. “Completely out of your limits.” I laughed back. “What if he’s everything you described.” He asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “but he turns out to be a criminal? A criminal who’s obsessed with you.” The question felt too personal. This didn’t feel like casual teasing anymore. His tone was steady, determined. “Never” I said lightly, brushing it off. “I’d leave him even if he loved me deeply. A criminal will always be a criminal. Their minds work in twisted ways.”

Nah, this was like a cult or something right? “Is that why you sometimes zone out? I just thought you were tired.” April nodded and continued, “rogues don’t have a pack and live on their own in the woods. Mostly in wolf form. A lot of them are criminals, left to fend on their own as punishment.” I rolled my eyes, “so you just sent your criminals out there?! That’s harsh.” April shrugged, “you put yours in prison, with little chance of reform. Not to mention racism plays a large role in your judicial system. We both could do things differently. “

Like lives and freedoms were just resources to be managed. "The transformation may affect your judgment," Dante warned. "Hybrid psychology can be unstable. Some subjects become obsessed with proving their superiority." "I'm already obsessed with proving my superiority," Blake laughed bitterly. "At least now I'll have the tools to do it." The medical vampire made notes on a chart. "Enhanced aggression is common during the integration phase. Paranoia, violent impulses, megalomania. The successful subjects often become extremely dangerous to those around them." "Dangerous is what I need to be."

She had no idea if she wouldn’t mess this one up with her current state of mind. The man was surely one hell of a criminal and everything here screamed about how he shouldn’t be messed with. His kill rate according to the bureau’s investigation showed that he was a beast with a side hobby for killing people. Chloe wondered if this job would help her take her mind off things. Maybe she would get so obsessed with finding a killer that she would forget that mike was fucking their neighbor and he’s unapologetic about it. Maybe it was the perfect distraction and there’s only one way to find out.