Criminal Mind Review Novels & Stories

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.

"I recall my father mentioning that it was his colleague who handled the murder case involving Zachary Dutton. "During his first trial, he was sentenced to death. But in the second trial, he appealed, and his lawyer submitted a diagnosis report stating he had a mental condition. That's why he was sentenced to life in prison. "The justice system in Solana City is very strict about examining and diagnosing whether a criminal has any mental issues. The fact that Zachary managed to navigate through all the layers of supervision and checks shows he is absolutely insane!" Alyssa lowered her eyes, agreeing with Sean's assessment.

“I didn't think you'd come so soon. Is she dead yet?” My fist clenched, the muscles in my jaw tightened, but I maintained my calmness. “The last time we caught him, the officer attached to him suggested we get a mental reevaluation. She thought he might be….” “They're saying I might be mad but you and I both know I'm not mad. I'm saying the truth and I'm doing what's right.” I felt the urge to slap him run through my fingers. “How long until he's full examined and I can get a full report on him.”

“The court has also reviewed your prior offenses. There is a clear pattern of misconduct and abuse of authority. You’ve operated under suspicion before. This time, there is no room for question.” Ricky clenched his jaw. “For your crimes and criminal history, you are hereby sentenced to eighteen years in a federal penitentiary.” Still, Ricky showed no emotion. But Mia saw the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth—maybe anxiety. Then he was turned around and led away. The judge glanced toward the record clerk before continuing. “Let the court also acknowledge Derrick Cole. The suspect remains at large and has an active warrant for arrest. Upon capture, he will face separate charges.”

My jaw clenched so hard I felt it in the back of my skull. “Your client,” I said, and every word came out flat and precise and cold, “is currently facing criminal charges for money laundering and conspiracy. Your client maintained a secret family for years and concealed it from his children, from this court, and from the woman he stood next to at every public event calling his devoted wife.” I picked up the psychiatric evaluation request and held it up between two fingers. “And your client is submitting this document about my mental state.” “Mrs Cole,” Forrest said carefully, “the request is standard procedure when there is documented evidence of instability…”

She felt Eva’s frustration rise as well, and put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “I will side with the defense on this one,” said the arbiter. “The combination of those assaults on the defendant’s mind and body quite obviously caused a temporary egress of rationale. The clause of Mutual Victimhood is added to the charge. You mentioned this was your only argument, yes?” “Yes, your honor.” “Then I am ready to serve judgment. The charge is now reduced to a Class C Homicide, with the additional clauses of Mutual Victimhood and Accidental Use of Excessive Force. The defendant is now required to only serve a maximum of five years instead of ten.”

“I’ve added the following three points. “Firstly, if the defendant, an intermittent mental patient, commits a crime during the onset of their illness, why can the defendant target her victims so precisely? This only shows that the defendant was in her right mind at the time of the crime. “Secondly, the defendant has been suspected of murder before entering the country illegally, which means that the defendant may be a habitual offender. If she were to be acquitted, this would be a scar that the justice system leaves in the heart of every family member of the deceased and the victims.

“Are you sure that offering Alan is a good idea after what he’s done to Jessie?” I ask the Sergeant as he explains their next course of action. “Unfortunately, I am,” he replies without hesitation. “Rebecca has an unpredictable psychological condition, and with her background she could easily fool a jury. We can’t risk either her or Blaire being released.” He moves behind his desk, reaching for the crystal decanter resting beside a stack of case files. The amber liquid glints under the overhead light as he pours himself a glass of scotch, the quiet clink of glass filling the otherwise tense room.

His thumb found the flap, holding there, caught between the safety of ignorance and the cut of truth. Finally, with the breath of a man bracing for a blade, he opened it. The last file slid free. It was thin—just a single tab with a clipped set of court documents. The headline at the top, written in bold, caught his attention. Father Arrested After the gruesome death of his wife Liam’s eyes moved down, heart pounding. He read the highlighted lines. “Due to prior mental instability reports, Mr. Jones is being considered a person of interest in the murder. Pending toxicology and forensic review.”

“First, we establish a mental health history. You’ll undergo evaluations with a psychiatrist. We’ll highlight instability, stress, and trauma. The kidnapping, Mia and Ivan, can be reframed as an ‘episode,’ a break from reality where you thought you were protecting them rather than harming them.” I tilted my head, feigning thought. “So instead of the villain, I become the tragic, broken woman who lost touch with reality?” “Exactly. With unlawful restraint, we’ll argue diminished capacity. You weren’t thinking rationally, you didn’t comprehend the full extent of your actions.” “And the bullet that kissed Maxwell’s shoulder?” I asked, letting a smile tug at my lips. “That’s aggravated assault w