Criminal Minds A Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

Whether that be through Nuel’s watchful eyes or the tracker in my phone or the ones I was certain he had on all his vehicles. I just needed space to think, to process. To determine whether any of this bullshit could be true. And if it was, I knew I could never trust him again. If it was true, even some of it, he would not only be a mobster but a serial killer as well. A psychopath! I hadn’t spent the last several weeks with a psychotic serial killer, maybe a mafia leader, but surely not a murderer. How could such tender and gentle hands be capable of such horrible sins? He had his rough edges, but who didn’t?

The force on my back suddenly lessened, and the officer at the front stared at me with a severe expression. “Do you have a medical history of mental illness?” I casually nodded. “Don’t you know that? I thought everyone in the world knew that I was sick in the head.” When the officer saw my demeanor, he clenched his fists and gasped. His fists eventually collided with the firm wall after they brushed my cheek. I was a bit curious. “I killed them, but why does that make you so angry?” The officer shivered at my words. “Mia Schmidt, you are now a suspect in the murder of your parents and sister. We are now arresting you in accordance with the law.

So where's the single lady? Yet something was still amass, the Alpha was continued the investigation about the crime that he couldn't focus that happening inside the Village. He know that there's more to reduction, not only the beautiful woman was a victim, it also have to do with not blessed with beauty. On what purpose, the Apha could only especulate. And there's even reported crime five days prior of time, at the Pub, the beauty was murdered. Shockingly, every holes in her body was a prison that she purposely inserted those adonis to be nourished her beauty. How shocking!

But another part, the part that was now in pieces, knew that his death was a dangerous loose end, one that could tie Miriam and, by extension, Ethan, to something far uglier than I could imagine because Miriam has seen the horrific scene and she might tried to know why. Emily's voice was a quiet whisper that pulled me from my thoughts. "I don't know," she said, her eyes wide with genuine confusion. "That's what's so strange about it. Miriam is so... perfect. She's the rich and beautiful princess of her family. She's supposed to be at galas and charity events, not on some dark street corner where a cop's private investigator is being shot dead." I almost choked on my coffee. The image of Miri

James replied, "Except for the one with a mental problem. The others were all criminals with murder cases. They used to do illegal work for powerful people. If something happened, someone would take responsibility for it, so after a few years, they would be safe. This time, the Public Security Bureau issued a death order and would not give them any more chances to be pardoned. Yesterday, I had Lawyer Chen transfer the person who harmed madam to the 933 prison. He will definitely not return." Alex nodded and dusted off his ashes. "The person with a mental problem. Where is he now?" "He is in the Luan Special Hospital." "James, go and take a good look at his body," Alex said. James suddenly un

After an hour he decided to go back home and pack an overnight bag, so he could leave straight to the office the next day. "Detective, do you have a moment?" He cursed on the inside when his captain called him into his office. "I understand you had close the double homicide case. Good job detective. Now, while you're doing the boring report work we have an open murder case. They believed that the suspect had fled the city and was trying to blend into the bigger City area rather than the rural side of town." Ian was trying hard to keep himself calm when his captain opened the file in front of him revealing a blonde-haired woman, looking fragile and beautiful just like one of those Stepford wi

He took a slow breath and let it out. "She was good," he said. "I mean actually good. Not the performance of it but she was." He paused. "I met her when I was twenty-five and she worked in a bookstore on the west side. It was a small place and she reorganized the whole crime fiction section so that all the mob books were spine out." He stopped and almost smiled. "Said she was tired of glorifying men who hurt people." Bella laughed softly. "I like her already."

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

“I need an escape hatch.” I send the message and wait, sip on my latte. It’s weak and foamy; I wish for New York City coffee, coffee that’s like a punch in the face. There’s a television mounted in the corner of the café tuned to CNN. On the screen: a gallery of murdered women and a caption that reads, COPYCAT? The sound is down, and white closed captions scroll across the screen. “…similar to the murders that took place nearly ten years ago, less than fifty miles from here. But the man accused and convicted of those crimes was killed when…” I look away, my heart racing for some reason, a deafening rushing sound in my ears. I don’t want to see any more.

This can't be good. Detective Somers waved us in his direction with a disgusted look on his face, his blue eyes revealing despair and his blond hair in disarray. As Xandra and I approached the rocky edge of the lake surrounded by yellow tape, she gasped and tightly gripped my suit jacket for support. Pulling her in close to me, I blinked. My eyes were not prepared for a sight like this. I swallowed hard several times to prevent the accumulation of vomit from flying out of my mouth. The crime scene was the most grotesque, revolting sight I’d ever seen. Situations like this made being a detective difficult.