Criminal Minds Conflicted Novels & Stories

“The police are still looking for the one who did this to you.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. “Hm, but I’m scared that the criminal might try to hurt Miles.” I was a lawyer, and so was Dylan. We were used to thinking about things from every possible angle, to understand the reasons behind them, what happened, and why. Criminals could act either out of conviction or provocation. The hardest ones to deal with were those who acted out of conviction, because they usually had a lot of information. And it wasn’t impossible that whoever did this to me already knew about Miles, and could use that to hurt me. The thought terrified me.

He had no corkboard in his apartment, but any of the bare walls would do, so he set to work taping the pages to the wall. He began with the crimes themselves, creating a column for each incident, placing the hard facts and descriptions at the top, with any speculations or inferences drawn from the facts down below. As a cop, he would have included photos of the crime scenes and victims, but for now he stuck to his rule of no pictures, leaving the photos in the folders. He devoted a second section of columns to possible suspects, including a short column with no name at the top for the possible pornography connection, still being investigated by the task force. Thought not yet ruled out, the

“This kind of person has a twisted mind, but if you ask him to swindle Americans, he would not be able to speak a complete sentence in English. Instead, he would only be able to curse at Americans. Even if he wanted to defraud Americans, he would not have the strength to do so. He has a wicked mind but nowhere to use it, so he certainly will not turn his back on his thoughts. He can only find an outlet for it, and in this case, his compatriots are the easiest way out for him.” “In the United States, if an Italian, African, or Eastern-European person suddenly dies mysteriously or gets murdered, there is often times a high probability that the murderer will be their compatriot. This kind of th

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

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

I said, “I’m trying to give Michaels some hope. But I’m telling you it’s not looking good for him. He seems to have become someone’s fall guy. That’s why I need your testimony.” Hunched toward me, Beaman said, “Well . . . ” and considered my request with three fingers massaging his chin. “I’ll help you if I can.” “I need to understand the scope of your knowledge as it pertains to criminal behavior. Have many of your patients been criminals, Dr. Beaman?” “I’m not at liberty to say. And please, call me Richard. However, the psychopathology of criminal behavior usually leads a person toward violent—not white collar—crimes. You must also know that persons with mental illness are much more likely

He would either have to be the dumbest criminal in the world, practically framing himself with such careless disregard for getting caught. Or he would have to be the most clever criminal, staging it in such a way that it would make people doubt that he did it, because there is too much evidence that points towards him. It's like he didn't even try to hide that he did it. That way he could point out how inexperienced one would have to be to leave so much evidence behind. He could use the whole 'I am being framed' defense and get away with it, because it does look like someone is trying to get him in trouble. Liv has no doubt in her mind that Owen is smart enough to think of a plan like that,

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

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Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.