Criminal Minds 100 소설 & 이야기

He said frowning "Suprise!!!" I yelled laughing "You are under arrest senior Detective Shawn " i said suddenly frowning too "What? Where's your warrant, you can't get one so soon?"he yelled "Oh baby we do have a warrant " i said smirking this time "You are being charged with multiple counts of murder under the guise of science You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law ,You also have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." Mk suddenly said as i cuffed him

Senior also was not feeling too well about their relationship, he always felt Smile was the rat, Brain spoke of when he first addresses the staffs, though he had lost trust in the unseriousness of the investigator and had seen him as an influential Lucky child, and he always said he was lucky to be his father's son. After two months few days, Brain woke up and that day he ordered for more wines and girls for girls lovers, they had best moments far better than all the previous, and as usuals they got drunk and slept, that day Brain did not just sleep, he and Smile had a long discussion, they told each other many personal stories, some of which were supposed to be top secrets, they both had co

Way to go Mancini she'll probably end up fucking you in more ways than one. I watched her walk away after rejecting my offer to at least see her to her car; special agent Stone has a first class ass. *** Cierra *** I spent the next day going over everything I knew about Hank Mancini when I wasn't replaying the events of the night before over and over again in my head. I still couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something; I couldn't reconcile the straightforward plain speaking sex symbol of the night before with the child trafficking criminal we'd been after for a decade.

“You’re making a mistake.” Detective Harris, a seasoned officer with sharp eyes and an even sharper instinct, smirked as he held up a thick folder. “Funny, because this evidence says otherwise.” He flipped it open, letting Nelson catch a glimpse of the incriminating documents. “Fraud, money laundering, arms trafficking, kidnapping, and let’s not forget attempted murder.” Harris clucked his tongue. “Quite the collection, Nelson.” Nelson’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. His eyes flickered over the crowd, scanning for any sign of weakness, any escape route.

Frederick’s satisfaction with his informants’ work quickly faded as he absorbed the chilling reality. Leonard Hugues, 32 years old. One of the five executives of Lafleur, the most notorious criminal organization in Marseille. Known for his unmatched combat and weapon skills. A man whose brutality knew no bounds. “He killed two unarmed men just for touching his woman?” Frederick murmured, astonished. He let out a strained laugh, attempting to mask his growing unease. “I never imagined my brother would raise such a monster.” His gaze shifted to Jacques, who stood silently, visibly uneasy. Jacques seemed on the verge of speaking, but hesitation held him back, leaving Frederick to wait impatient

Criminal cases still dominated the cases that landed on her desk. Emily looked at the photo of her defendant, Jared Detroit. A white serial killer who had murdered five women in Chicago, Emily did not want to grant leniency on the grounds of mental illness or psychological disorders. While the trigger for Jared's crimes may indeed have been psychological issues, the man deserved a fitting punishment. Life imprisonment in a criminal cell was appropriate for him. She put away the case file and moved on to the next one. In a single day, Emily could have up to three court hearings scheduled, as judges did not preside over trials every day, and prosecutors adjusted accordingly.

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn’t turn back, I didn’t look for him, I didn’t give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me. “Rough morning?” I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me. “You could say that.” The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk. “Today we’ll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders,” he said, scanning the room. “This is not just theory. This is a real-world application.” “Melissa.” I straightened slightly. “Yes, sir?” “What motivates individuals in organized crime?” Dr. Carter a

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.

He says proudly, confirming it with a short nod. “Show me.” He opens a file, handing me the criminal record of Nerthus’ “pimp”. His mugshot shows a little prick with full cheeks and scars that must have been testimony to his teen acne. “You said small things?” I check the record as he is already reciting the list out of his head, and I close my eyes exhausted. “Theft, burglary, a few DYIs, possession of controlled substances… Not even distributing or selling them.” He chuckles as he stops abruptly, “Oh, sorry boss, I’ve got an armed robbery right here.”